I pass over these towns so quickly

Examining the beauty they have to offer

So much is happening yet from my vantage point it is at peace

All I see is the expanses of trees surrounding these little towns

The small dots that are the buildings

That smog that hangs over the sunset

And the clouds that gift shade

I sit in this bus running over paved ground

Ground from which was once soil

Soil which was once at peace

Our tendencies as humans are to disrupt peace

We have to be moving


Rearranging nature to fit our expectations

Molding nations to fit our ideals

Genetically modifying our fruits so they are easier to peel

We can never be satisfied

This isn’t some new thought

Or a break through in how many view society

It’s something we have come to expect

It’s for convenience

We all love the beautiful mountains that reach for the sky

The very symbols of dreams and challenges

Yet we have no problem gutting them for a road

A road to turn a resting giant into a hollow machine

A machine created by a machine

It seems we are more robotic than those cars we drive

We take what is alive and exploit it until it fits our needs

Our needs


It poisons men’s souls

Who in turn poison all that they touch

With the stroke of a hand a man can destroy acres of land

With the pull of a lever a man can erase a village

In this current society it’s hard to tell who’s the villain.

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My name is Burton Craig, I am a skateboarder who is trying to pursue a career in film. I dabble in photography and poetry and would love any feedback anyone has to offer.

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