We cannot just continue the way the world has been,
with disregard for everything; the violence Earth has seen.
When we were small in number, the Earth absorbed the tears
but now we overburden her; the sum of all our fears.
If we can’t learn to live with love we’ll breach her to the core.
If we can’t live together, without the need for war.
But where to start this journey without a map or guide,
when crippled by our own fear, we’d rather run and hide
is what we must all struggle with to find our own true way
to lead us from this place that’s lost into the light of day.
I wish I knew the answer; the map to paths long lost,
for GPS coordinates I’d pay the highest cost.
But I think this is a journey we must do while we are blind
because it is a journey where vision we will find.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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