Looking
Through my Window
Why aren't I outside?
The beauty of
a thousand years
Out there to coincide.
But I am in this
room
Looking through
the dirty glass,
Closed in by man
made walls,
Letting nature
pass
Unnoticed and
untouched!
That's not how
things should be.
We were put here
as part of nature
To interact with
it,
But we hide inside
our houses,
We despise the
dirt and grit.
What are we all
so scared of?
Why are we all
so different?
Is this what civilization
has to be?
How did it get
so twisted?
Nature is not
our enemy
But now we are
its.
So I still look
through my window,
Civilization is
the pits.
(C) Copyright 1999
CRAIG PARKES
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