The World knows no consequence,
for in all its knowledge,
it lacks common sense
and control of itself.
Population grows and
populants explode
with mouths pointed
towards an empty sky.
A mark in time,
or a blemish,
if you must,
shares fewer words
than a time of silence
and peaceful, lonely recognition.
Our minds think superior thoughts
and our hearts feel superior love,
but what of the primitive?
The animalistic? Instinctive?
We are man.
We've lost true heart and mind.
Forever lost, no regaining time.
That is, until the Earth revives.
Just a poem I wrote at camp a while back. Nearly forgot about it. Hopefully it's not too terrible.
