Just Another Message In A Bottle Poem by Howard Dalton

We Keep Our Actions Bottled Up
As We Let Our Words Fly
' We Are Killing Ourselves '
' We Are All Going To Die '

We Leave Our Jurassic Fueled Houses
In Our Carbon Burning Coaches
Waiting In Drive Through Windows
For Our Double Double Highs

Mornings, Different Moments, Always The Same
Sitting In Traffic Thinking It Sane
Hating Ourselves, Wishing For Fame
Anything To Give Meaning To Our Name

A Race Ran By All Races, That Never Arrives
Building A Future None Can Survive
When Philosophies In Constant Divide
Keep Our Actions Bottled Inside

Howie Joe.