These Plains

Walk these plains but never really know.
What is above might reside below.

Confusion seeping into your daily routine.
While across the river it might not be so green.
A constant war with which you have to contend.
Meanwhile the sky starts to rend.

Tallying up where you are right now.
Do you occupy any sort of morale high ground?
Whether yes or no you need some time to decompress.
No one should be living in permanent distress.

For too long this world has been bitter.
And each new day it’s getting worse not better.
Raging torrent against it’s own.
This fight will reduce you down to bone.
What a disgusting fact to be known.

Marking papers with glassy eyes.
Another revelation grips you with vile lies.
Cause truth has become but a memory.
Hate blooms instead of withering generally.

Put a pin into what should rot.
All routines have gone to complete pot.
What was green has now turned brown.
Happiness replaced by a frown.

Sky is falling from all this greed.
Yet you continue to ignore your need.
Get far away before termination is your state.
Alas it is now your defined fate.

For too long this world has been bitter.
And each new day it’s getting worse not better.
Raging torrent against it’s own.
This fight will reduce you down to bone.
What a disgusting fact to be known.