Patronizing our morality
We live out lives in pretence and lies.
Our judgment shallow
And receding in wisdom.
Slaves to a system ruled by our fears
Blind to affliction and silent to tears.
Severe addiction to false promises
Prey to a bureaucracy feeding off our dreams.
Divide, rule, **** and procure
Reveling in madness our minds create.

Hard to dream of flush green meadows
Blue skies and quiet days,
Where the songbirds can sing their ode
And daisies are but plastic
That bow to the sun in awe and wonder.
I dream of a day when you and I
Can hold hands rather than rage wars,
Where money is not out ruler
And our morality outweighs the vice,
Where humanity is raised by selfless deeds
And peace is a language of our hearts.

I cast my eyes on to the shoreline
Allowing waves rolling in to wet
White sand stretching out almost infinitely.
Gulls flying off into the horizon
In a quest, mother nature set.

Dressed in white, sitting by the fire
The sparks fly out and meet the air.
Lost in the silence,  
Listening to the waves
Of the blue seas,
As blue as your eyes.
As the moon takes its place
On the night throne
And the stars align
As an ancient ritual,
The air gets colder
But warmed by the fire,
My eyes heavy,
To sleep I surrender.

I lay my head back on earth
And lose myself in a dreamscape
Where you fill a certain absence.
And into the depths of your eyes, I fall,
Spiraling,
Tumbling.
As I pick myself up
I emerge out of waters.
And like a powerful force
You, drawing me closer.

Waking up to a distant rumble of thunders
I look at the dying fire become embers.
Smiling to myself knowing
Today I'll come home
To see a blue sea
In your eyes.