As bright light embarks its journey onto my humble abode,
I sit laced in perennial bewilderment...
So subtle a voice is cried from the wilderness there yonder...
The horizon is rendered only by envy and hatred,
and by the blowing of prairies and willow trees...
My peppermint tea brewing so potent because of its
age and wisdom displayed by its fervor...
In my vision, rain stains the heights and cleanses the Earth,
so what is my deliurium that ponders me so...
For my mind spins like the globe on its axle,
captive to the American Dream...
Hope engulfs the sight of the innocent;
giving strength to the blind and impartially sighted...
We are rebels, predestined to be what our predecessors
had become; An eye for an eye, but success
is merely in the Eye of that of whom beholds...
My tea, so rich in satisfaction holds to me what
I hold to it..
The American Dream....
this would probably be better suited for poetry section but oh well...feed plzz