And no robin this year appeared.
Has anyone seen grapes on the vine?
They seem to be missing,
With the peaches.
And the apples look past their prime.
Has anyone noticed nasty waters?
With little left clean enough to drink.
What are we thinking…
And headed towards?
Where is the love we had,
For this planet we adored?
Give me my memories back from sleeping.
I’ve awakened into a filth attracting scene.
And my screaming doesn’t mean a thing!
These scenes are cracking backs,
And getting mean!
Retired to a diary that I’m keeping!
I feel alone in crowds I face.
I want to share every thought I’m thinking.
But thoughts I have could never erase,
What’s taking place.
Where are those disgusted with disgrace?
Give me my memories back from sleeping.
I’ve awakened into a filth attracting scene.
And my screaming doesn’t mean a thing!
These scenes are cracking backs,
And getting mean!
Has anyone seen my robin here?
These seasons have been too quickly changing…
And no robin this year appeared.
Has anyone seen grapes on the vine?
They seem to be missing,
With the peaches.
And the apples look past their prime.
They didn’t look like that last time…
When minds were clear
And fought the appearance of slime!
We’ll be defined as the human wasting kind!
These times we sit in twistedness seem fine!

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