An outburst of pressure,
cliffs of rock and rubble
Torn and shredded
and paths are parted
by the cruel heat of the underlying flames
;the tension that lies in the very core
of the crusty metropolis
where blinded hearts admire their green havens...
~
Many feel but few ever see
the non-material lust
of materialism that plagues
the brittle ropes of humanity to dust.
Whilst the ashes cloud my remaining strength
and social success seems a suicide mission in vain
and selfish it seems so serenity shall never be mine.
Except....
~
Upon the broken path
where one hides from the chaos
below the thickets in rebellious cause
of a sub-culture..
Never to be understood by the machines
that reap the land of its true blue greenery.
And like a pressure cooker flame it.
That is why the loner walks upon an urban path so abyss