You saw this, blatant brainwash, bestowed upon, the balding fatcat we call society, and the fire in your soul, burnt holes in the notes you donated to charity. Yearning that, which is at the core of every human spirit, Only difference is, was what you did with it. Scissor blades hacking through your false identity, knowing there was more to your entity, Than a quick fix remedy. Dusty roads, through deserts of destitute disciples, where you met others just like you, who embodied their vehicles of freedom, although, your steering was nowhere near them. Your destiny, a free man, living off the land, to actually be… man. Not person, or legal fiction, To feel the friction, of bare feet in the earth, grounded, rooted, in the description of which we never really get to grips with… Freedom, searching for yourself, in reflections of ripples of the open rivers. Alone on a bus with no motion, potent shivers, Happiness means nothing, if it isn’t shared. And society punishes, those who leave her, the herd, sombre sunrises, sunsets of solitude, your rice bag conspires against your good fortune, as you forage, beauty of knowledge. Nature shows the beast she conceals, maggots infest your meals, the hunger, disorientated by the thunder, one mistake… wrong page, lying alone watching heaven, rigid in pain, counting seconds. Has life ever looked so beautiful…?