Self absorbed in absurdity Irelease myself from reality In the need to escape as life unfolds the wings of freedom have learned to fly and soar away from the concrete forests of confusion. Away from sirens, horns, and exhaust. Black top and traffic lights Drug wars, and street fights. I'll fly away at any cost out of the smog and into the sun, the moon, and the stars. Then, descending - into deeper thoughts, I'll land on my feet onto blackened fields, of clearcut devastion anita newman C./96
Reason for writing:
I'm not sure on the name still -I also call it Clearcut Devastation. I have seen too many of them.
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