Thick, putrid air
surrounds myself and yet,
only a moments notice
until one is gone.

The clouds of residue
seem not fade,
only causing more force
upon my shoulders.

Closing in around,
I can still hear faintly
what borders me.

Ones self must not
be confused of
the trickery these
"nature" words
trying to soothe.

All of this is make-believe,
but only the ones
with the listening eyes
will know it.

Such a child will
engage in innocence;
because they have yet
to learn what
the masters provide ahead.

The devolping mind is
fragile, touch it,
you will see
and all we can touch
is what lays in front of me.

I think my mind decided
to play a game today.
It just forgot to remind me.