Nature, Age, and Child

The refusal to accept nature, to see that you are surrounded by yourself and you are a reflection of everything around you. A loss of innocence and denial of aging and frailty

There once was this guy

Who was staring at me

I didn't like what I saw

So I looked to the sea

He was birds and trees 

and flowers and bees

This guy

So I looked to the west 

and saw an old woman

I looked to the east 

and saw her again

Black and white

and frozen in time

This woman

So I looked up

but saw no idols

I looked down 

and saw no end

I looked inside 

and saw a child

She wanted to play with this guy

 

So I opened a door in my chest 

and let the child run outside

She played in the flowers 

and hid behind trees

She chased the birds 

Trying not to be stung by the bees

I left her to play with this guy

There was contentment all around 

but not inside

The child had left 

with this guy

The woman reached frailly 

like a ghost through time

I think she realized that she was me.