An ambiguous shape
Of unknown proportions
World of unknown lies
My own distortions
Run through my head
As I try to make
Sense of the light
Passing through
My eyes
An ambiguous shape
Of unknown proportions
World of unknown lies
My own distortions
Run through my head
As I try to make
Sense of the light
Passing through
My eyes
How could this be
The truth and I agree
There is no planet B
No do over
Mulligan or retry
We have to make what we have
Work
Agree to disagree
But mother nature will always be
And should be
Our top priority
Current sacrifice
Rather than living from a vice
Over consumption
Is our most destructive
Assumption
That is not alright and good
We must live the way we should
Treat this world with respect
Dignity
That is truly
The way it should be
The teetering success
Hinges upon the ability
To express
The words communicated
From mind to hand
Delivered neatly
Thought out
Without distress
These words exceed
Or fall short
That is no fault of my own
Just a lack of understanding
New territory unknown