Man Made Elements
There are too many different paths to take
Which one is the best to choose for myself
The knowledge in the screen is real or fake
But the truth is in the books on the shelf
Will there ever be a point where I know
What’s the meaning of the ground and the sky
Some find other ways, lungs are black like crows
Skin punctured with points, leaves rolled to get high;
Through the living gloss, is it genuine?
Do the man made elements show the truth
And the air we breathe is laced oxygen
To hide the beauty from the old and youth?
Can we give our hands to the cells who cuff
Can we trust them, or is it all a bluff.