the great oak gives but she doesn't get,
mother nature's a bitch,
have no regrets,
stand tall! in our fascist reform,
divided we fall, together we're torn.

light pollution clouds the reasons and why,
masking our questions and thundering sighs,
apathetic we smoke a curling return,
answers our sobs with a penetrating burn.

peepholes to galaxies, in full bloom we wait, swaying so softly, and course through our veins, branches intertwining and screen our sight, these chains we have broken and stand in the light.