Enlightened west world,
as the sunlight in the north,
bright, only partial.
Lit, well…
It goes on
Stuck between the lines,
with paradoxes abound;
driving—car or life.
Good morning, sunshine!
Shoving in your face
positivity, sunlight,
as enthused grandma.
Look around you
Like a child at play,
casting aside its play thing,
trees shoved for buildings.
Good vibes
Even if light fades,
be naturally trippy—
as nature—happy.
The Chaos Within 