The air is cold even with the absent of a breeze,
While a lingering familiar scent of parsley is in the leaves.
With grounds of moist grass and naked trees,
Come amongst the wild to have much more simple needs.
To love life, is to love nature which prospers among the oak,
Financial debt and tax raising is only common to its common folk.
Idealistic we want a medium that strings a common note,
But that's unrealistic for those only driven for financial goals.
The wealthy man owns land while the righteous dwell within.
Outside the wild there are different forms of sin.
A never ending hustle to end up the top muscle,
In order to achieve your goals others must struggle.
To be thankful for simple needs seem impossible,
When present of advertisements of people's selfish greed.
Which only leads to certain means,
to obtain what you say you need.
So in the end to leave nature, where all needs are simple and free.
We become slaves and work for weirdos, for just a small amount of change.
morph our respectable ways and adopt the strange.
So for that promotion you swallow that lump we now call shame.
And before you know it, you will be paying for water and living in metal sheds swearing its temporary, but you owe it to your self to change.
Although it was never written as sin, that thou shalt not be tempted by the works of other men.
Yet we're so deep in our ways we demonize our own kin,
There's no sleep in this cage we just linger in our own skin.
Grip back reality but try to loosen your mind,
Because you can't force this kind of change, it only happens through time.
Yet we can't take to much time when the end becomes nigh,
When our children are at stake, we refuse to wait for a sign.
There could be dozens who can relate, and find themselves in a place.
Where ones future has been decided, while repeating it's your fate, to remain in place.
