The Forest By The Road
Where the sounds of the city overlap with the rustle of leaves,
Stirring, Stop, Layering, Across
Where the soft ground of moss and grass cannot click with the mechanical road hidden from veiw
Tarmac, Asphalt, White lines, Rush
And the trees, ever reaching, cannot comprehend why something so fast would speed in that direction
Looking out, Moving up, Reaching, growing
Cannot comprehend why growth is unimportant to these metal cages seemingly controlled by flesh
Pulling, Whispering, Thinking, Flowing
And a sparkle bounces off each of these vehicles as they pass, is this real?
Shining, Speeding, Moving, Leaving
The most vile smoke in their wake, in a stream, in the wind, in the air
Billowing, Puffing, Chugging, Grieving
Whats so important?
What is so important that we'd sacrifice the world to get there?
Crying, bleeding, fearing, dying
But we'll get there...
By driving, sailing, burning things, flying