The world and all that it is, the trees, the birds with all the freedom that they possess, and all the beautiful things that reside here. Yet, it is those things that are out and distance from us, those that are just a background, that refuse to interact with us, the filler.
Why is there no beauty in the self, in that which we can touch and that isn't in the distance. Maybe that's the failure, the disconnect, the disagreement we never wanted to stand behind.
I never wanted to walk this world without that child's mind, the children that were oblivious to the pain and suffering that would be directed at them for the rest of there lives, until the day they reached their timely deaths.
That world in which loss, neglect, miss-understanding, and judgment exists. The world in which we never step back and just let go crossing over to live, to dwell in that beautiful background.
Let me raise my hands to the stars at night and let me dance around this fire light, let me whisper you name and chant you down from heaven up high. Dwell with me in this hell we call a home, suffer for me as I suffer for you. It is that which we cannot see, that driving force, and that great question, "What is on the horizon?"