The Wind
Walking down the street
a cold wind rips at your jacket,
you breath deeply
allowing the briskness to burn your throat.
While freezing on the out
thoughts warm you within.
Daydreaming back to the past
the paved street becomes a dirt path.
Quiet, serene and safe,
you have entered a time without strife.
Returning to the real world,
bleary and bleak
you wonder what its all for.
"Technology, progress, advancement"
are they really helping us?
Again the wind blows on your back,
but now you taste the pollution on the wind.
A horrible taste you gag on the smoke.
You yearn to find that place in your mind,
return to the past and find peace at last.
Looking to meditation you hope it will help,
but the serenity escapes you
the scenery is wrong.
All your life you search for this place
but wherever you go there is a taint.
Pollution, destruction and war.
Each of these destroys hope for the world.
With your last breath on the precipice of death,
regret fills your soul,
and you realize your mistake.
What you search for in the materialistic world,
can only be found within your own soul.
