Is not environmental optimism.
It is the voice of greed
And it bleeds with the fear, the sorrow
Of human incapacity
Clinging onto hope as if it were life.
Clinging onto self as if that alone were life.
But life amiss -
A mass of regret, our body and our soul
We take from this earth, all that we never owned.
Is political propaganda
Unless you want to hear the earth's agenda
And the earth has none.
Yet why do we go on and on and on and on?