the minds landscape corrupted by corporate advertisement
western film desert
sand in the eyes
sting ignored
legs crossed and floating
invoked my peace
i whisper to myself my purpose
the moon is the start
the tower the end
i prove to myself what i already know
project my self into this system
created image
all reality is hallucination
our eyes can not interpret the truth
i see your archetypes at work
corporate sigils used to project
golden arches, careful signatures, smiling faces
destroys our reality landscape
the desert is raped and over ran with buildings and consumerism
the image of a world i didn't want
cars pop up
serenity is broken