The Voice Of The Water
I head the screaming of the water
as it boils I cry.
I feel the grinding of the circuits
copper coils that die.
I wish I knew the secret hope.
I want to help the cause.
Divide the myriad of dreams
and classify their laws.
I hear the buzzing of the sunlight
as it rises high.
I feel the acid moonlight burn the
Earth as it goes by.
I wonder if the others know.
I wonder if they feel.
To contemplate reality
is never really real.
|
