we live in the day,
we fear the night.
we fear the dark,
we live in the light.
we fear so much,
and miss the beauty.
when I think about it,
it's a pity.
we think beauty is man-made,
mass produced and manufactured.
and we miss it,
the beauty of nature.
to what really matters,
we are blind.
when our time has come,
we are left behind.
wasted are our lives,
with work and technology.
what happened to creativity,
mythology?
to find our roots,
we must fall of the tree.
after we find it,
we are free.
