Purposely avoiding anything unknown
Attracts a sort of simple-sided complacency
Truly looking backward as industrialist nations drone
Daydreams recall a world simplistic--land and sky and sea
Pure thoughts of love and breath of life
Now choke on perfectionist's ideal dreams
Of dirt and oil and toil and strife
The son's and suns; it blocks out their beams
Instead the only beams left now
Are those built to house those perfectionists
And anyone wishing to find solace somehow
Finds that sadly, most of nature no longer exists
So on they puff and dump and waste
Missing the beauty in their unfounded haste
To take away all that started this place
And in its absence all minds become agile
But nations don't care or at least don't realize
That maybe if people would open their true eyes
And then the world could see through the disguise
That we should love, not destroy life--so fragile
