drift into a soft sleep of superficial society
where all is exactly as you are told. wake
up like never before and see things your
own way. see the environment as home
and animals as your many, many housepets.
your family...
mother nature, father time. the neighbours
down the street will fight so callously, missing the
big picture. not quite seeing the beauty of life,
as we float through space on the big blue
marble we call earth.
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