31) Waiting For Rain…
GARLAND, TX – DECEMBER 28: A tattered U.S. flag that had been attached to a tree waves over the debris at the Landmark at Lake Village North Apartments as the recovery process begins following tornadoes which hit the area late Saturday night December 28, 2015 in Garland, Texas. A meteorological assault of tornadoes, blizzards and heavy rain have left dozens dead and a large path of property damage in the Central, U.S. (Photo by Stewart F. House/Getty Images)
Eyes open wide,
Waiting for rain…
Waiting for death?
Waiting for pain?
Promise of destruction,
climate of change,
Why do we yearn for terrible things?
Are we wicked? Are we strange?
Yes.
And why? Because all that is, is not enough.
Comfort is boring and absent of stuff.
Stuff that motivates and expands our brains
And manufactures synthetics to nature’s things.
Eyes open wide,
Ready for change…
To get the human race to focus again
Eyes open wide for an end to this end.
My hope, I reveal, is not to pretend:
To be as one as one can be
To love the purity of the sea
To love all that crawls and flies
To love all that terrifies and delights
To love and protect all. That is right.
By right, I mean all that is in sight…
Beyond my terrible wicked mind.
To love all of nature and its kind.
In life, I am a coward.
On land, I must be a steward,
To govern all with deep respect.
My life is short, but I must confess…
That I, in my soul do feel:
that our lives are all too real,
We must fight for all with zeal,
that there is no God in heaven.
We must be the ones to reveal,
that WE must stop oblivion.
Solo GenX Warriors 
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