Oh World What Can We Do?

The lawn is wheedled, like a harvested rainforest.
Stop blogging.
Get up and risk your life.
Smoke to be reminded: You are frail.

All is clear the day you die.
So want not,
for desires are easily found,
and rarely escaped from.
There is more.

Morality is not a law...it is a discussion.
Righteousness cannot be judged by another being.
Time for your soul is eternal,
but time for you is fleeting.

Illusion, layered as thick as the earth's crust,
each MySpace page and virtual fuck
another layer, recycled humanity,
Why can't I participate blindly?