What do you see?
Look off into the distance,
clouds, mountains, and loads of green.
What’s the meaning behind your existence?
Birds, birds, birds fly and squawk around you with purpose,
the trees sway to the winds perfect melody.
Your days crawl by as slow as a tortoise,
years fly by readily.
Know your life principles,
but don’t lack desire.
Your dreams are nothing short of miracles,
your soul is full of unlit fire.