recounting on old thoughts.

but shouldn't we leave some of the sky untamed?
unmapped by human hands?
it seemed like a dream then fast foward straight into supreme,
and then there was nothing left
but some dried up old leaves
and the scent of cement
and peices of paper spread about the globe.
paper,
trees.
but haven't we made this place so, home-y?
yes! yes magnificent,
magnificent in the way a new baby is born,
or in the way we've built up our cities so the man in the penthouse suite can see the sunset perfectly.
he'll sit comfortably in his room,
and watch the sun go down on his earth and say,
'whats left to be done?'
whats left is undoing,
and cleaning our mess,
and fixing the market,
and feeling less stress.
leave those skylines alone,
let them see the world.
from down here,
it almost looks as if this is working.
but space is a place that we will never conquer,
so we'll have to hold it down here.
with our gps driven,
theres no need to stay near.
we've covered everything,
but shouldn't there be something left to explore?


old one.
cleaning up the comp,
and stumbled upon this.
it might have made it on here at one point,
but i revamped it a little bit from the version i had saved.
hope ya dig it.