Oblivious Poem by Adam Belle

Indoor things are much better
when the weather outside is wetter
listening to music and cruising
it's been ages since this wonderfulthing

suddenly it changes tune
and there are people singing of the moon,
the stars and the skys
and the metal birds that fly

and yet on land, on every hill
there are trees, all standing still
untill the wind blows, or man makes a face
then their on the the ground all over the place

but the music does tell such tales
makes us happy about our ways
even though society does bring me doubt
i am finding less and less to be happy about

because just around the corner
i see humanities sauner
of death and destruction
from wich there will be no resurection.