At times I hear the thunder
At times I hear the rain
Sometimes I hear the sunlight
It's energy is my gain.

I stroll not knowing where I am
Among nature maybe
I fashion my face to suit the crowd
It never suits me.

I think nothing of science
Nothing of the engineer
Nothing of the scholar in general
Nor those who pursue a career.

I simply be at all times
I relish the twilight
I think the campfire is a crime
And that drink is a waste of a night.

I should not condemn my fellows
Yet I am free to think
I think mankind a worse monster
Than they who in marshes sink.
Atrocities everywhere
They move they multiply
They litter the land with inventions
The sea and soon the sky.

They adapt to nothing
Yet force to adapt
Affronts to nature are at large
I speak and they call me 'tapped'.

Am I of such a noble kind
In ways I'm another member
Just so, I find them ridiculous
They have raped and they don't remember.

They have murdered and manipulated
Even to the plants by the garden shed
Their works are an interference
Abusing until they are dead

And mighty works like prinicipia
A guide to help us reach to the moon
Yet a compendium of scrawl by an infant
Just a boy who dreamed too soon.


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