The hollowness of a world
A vapery of existence
Adrift in boxes of our own creation
We do not see beyond the walls
Fed daily on misconception
Stories written by one hand
Now the walls are shaking
Barriers are weakening
Hard to remove the feeding tube
Tumbling down like Humpty Dumpty
Can the Kings men restore the world
That time has long gone, those men fought their war
It is now our turn, time to turn off the fake world
It is now we have to learn the shovel again
the noise of the earth, the bird sing, the leaf sigh
put back the water, the tree, and all of us!