Sadly the night burns to ash, the crow sings sweetly as life turns to cash. Far away, in a land hidden from sight, nothing happens, or maybe… nothing comes to light.
The shark quietly grazes, out of mind in it’s stages… sad that, nothing be done or maybe better put, shunned. Life is easy when you’re rich, a camel lies stabbed with a needle, dead in a ditch.
No one sees, no one adapts & tries to listen to the breeze, maybe talk… walk at least. Feel with everything you have, otherwise you will have nothing to feel, nothing to steal.
Take a minute, take your time. Notice the lack of rhythm, nor rhyme. Be the one who sees, the one who listens to the breeze… adapt to obtainability & sustainability. Balance like your life depends on it. Funnily enough… it does.
P.S Feel