Callously grown seeds of innocence brutally mowed down in the desert of materialistic knowledge and selfishness, that’s what we all are.
Inexorable existence is what we are doomed to live through.
Wish I could start afresh; wish I could start everything anew.
Sublime notions with subtle sarcasm overflow this river of thought;
When the levee breaks, I wonder, “would I wish for the drought?”
Sublime thoughts that rain down upon the parched terrain of my brain;
The mellowed tunes of experience in the hall of wisdom
Reminiscent of what we should not have done and what life itself has become.
