faded colors, deadened sounds, jaded perceptions of a fog covored world
aided by the compulsive corporate eating of the riches of the organic
without the control to wait, to think, to enjoy
instead taking in all colors at once in a muddy grey and satiating the hungers of its addictions
which grow with their fullfillment until the beauty of the world has decayed into what we have now, just sound enough to declair unhampered, just color enough for the change to be unseen
but something in me sees, remembers, knows beyond all reason that there was so much more than what i see, i hunger with the lingering aftertaste of this perfect lush
i crave it still