Is destruction strikes the core.
Passion overflows this mind,
as the tide once came each morning.
All things change, grow, move, live, create
but when does the end become the beginning?
Will we realize that actions leave scars that run deeper than we comprehend?
World like an infant will only survive with care.
Coherent thought abandons this mind
And the image of the unregulated world horrifies.
Missing that ocean from afar
it's vast importance close to heart
The damage which we demonstrate
burns this drifting soul.