Futility

The crazy world blows, blasts, chisels away 
At the stones that birthed it, 
As if they'd never even existed 
Or supplied it with the marble of life. 
We've created a monster, a madness that grows 
With each turn of the clock 
Polluting our dreams and smothering our freedoms. 
I see you there, sitting on a bench in the park. 
With the few trees that are left 
Imitating the places you long for most, 
Places that aren't on any maps 
Or peppered with concrete and greed. 
You breathe in the air, pretending you are there, 
In a wilderness absent of flesh, 
A place uncontaminated by the products of reason. 
You are wild, radiant, burning with the liberty 
That transformed sages into savages 
Long before the diaspora of western powers 
Molded the marble into something macabre. 
The water snakes its way through the jungle 
Like the meandering moods of your life, 
Eroding the sediments of society at each bend, 
Forever trying to change a world that won't change for you.