(SPINDERFELLA)
What if all these people overstood that we were meant to be free... Some of that pure spirituality that you see in a babies eyes... What if? And life goes on unabated... So many lost in granduer... So many chasing it... Some run under by it as the world progressively moves on.
The needs of the many driven by created need.
What if?
I take a puff of the blunt, the smoke I exhale dissipating into the atmosphere... Layers upon layers... Levels upon levels, we standing on squares.
So much beauty as man rushes along heedlessly... He never stoping to check his wake to see what he has wrought... All this damage... Collectively.
The earth cries out to a darkened sky... Casting it's reflective light into the universe.
A sigh...
What if.
JERALD hamzahfaruq.jm@gmail.com MURPHY
