Left And Lost

In the forests of oblivion we search and meander for orientation. The scrambling for direction has frozen the natural fluctuation simplifying the evolution unfolding a crystal perception. Philosophizing an artistic flourish to spread beyond all horizons encircling our bounteous, sumptuous and visionary conceptions. Exuding an optimistic cascade of emotional waterfalls we sun ourselves amidst the scenery of tropical plants splendrously enchanted. Distinguishing the alternative processes we witness the antipathy of a general prognosis that irritatingly disturbs us empty-handed. Hearing the grievances of the commonplace awakens the salt of the Earth to recite of these verses and exchange their dissatisfactions for sympathy. Harken their questions as a warning and a pining for the recognition of their worth. Left and lost without a future or a past We have squandered our sanctity swallowed by vanity. Christ when will you come and save this world of ours We are pining for your presence or is life some symbolistic fairy-tale? Left and lost without a trace at last We cannot return through our astrology or salvage our precious ecology. God what happened to our promised benefits? Through faith and charity we should have blindly prevailed. Passively filled with propriety as an example for society Nevertheless we cannot accept this barbarous and brutal cruelty Vultures soar above us quicker than our rapturous melody Confusing our enthusiasm bringing us a delirious melancholic reverie Was the technical wonder an excuse for the progress of prejudice? We stand like Apollo on this glorious mountain and the wind is blowing victoriously Whipping trees like feathers with no wings to lift our spirits through destroying our contentment as the weather sings its blustery blues. Left and lost without a mentor to guide us We regain a sense of community to abide us Smoke is more dangerous than hell’s fire which rises like a monstrosity warning us of the coming nightmare as His Holy Name we plea. As their testament has been clearly stated we have their wisdom and choose to envelop ourselves in a prenatal position petitioning with emphasis for the resolution of a tragic remembrance of our golden opportunity to embrace humanism and hallow these merciful souls of simplicity. Enacting a series of sonorous fanfares provoking a prolific philanthropist we activate the hidden energies within a charismatic naivety innovatively restoring the stairwell of our prayers though metamorphosis. Indeed the imploring masses will find an audience with an ethereal inspirationist who will welcome our selfless offer and bring the cherubs beside us.