June 17, 2010

Day 164 - Momentary Paradise

There is a paradox in this paradise
That filters like the sun through the blades
Something so malicious and precise
That life before your eyes fades
The light still rims seeming perfection
Someone lies dreaming of correction

That would fix the tragic reality
That man has woven into this place
Disregarding his own mortality
With a grim look upon his face
He pollutes this once hopeful haven
Blackening life like the wings of a raven

But for this moment life is still
Forgetting the factories of smoke
Ignoring the angry and vicious will
That with oil and methane our earth soak
Taking away the colorful sights
All for the glowing city lights

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