I wonder if, such a thing exists
as bliss, or the sense of euphoria.
Or is it simply another mix;
caffeine and nicotine, stirred
by a cool morning breeze?
Does nature concoct such remedies?
Or is it just another pill taken
to ignore our pain, or creat sensation?
Am I pure in thought, or impure by nature?
Are all thse things meant to be?
Or some meant to be- something else?
Is it some path by which we're lead,
or simply emptiness that lies ahead?
These are the questions I ask the trees.
They're old and wise, and certainly
have an understanding that we do not.
So when I ask these questions
the answer is clear;
The trees say nothing...
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