At times I wish I were stupid, and that my brain was less complex-I constantly think so deeply that I have a shallow chance of rest. Beautiful aspects are in my sight but I am shielded from their sweetness; this media-made up life bought with chopped-down trees and artificial greens starts to reveal its cheapness. America is a ceremony, the red carpet is the street. These white movie stars are blue trucks and cars with shiny rims and beats. You can keep on rollin', these eyes aren't impressed, all of your emotion and intelligence have been absorbed into that bullet-proof vest, that seems to deflect the light from the sun now replaced by that rolex you won. As you step over roses leaving that Nike imprint on its petals, those blue birds blue from sadness as their songs are drown out with heavy metal. Clouds stay high, precipitation cries that reveal their sorrow because now airplanes occupy their skies. and guns lay low hiding their smoke that came from the bullet you forced to his throat. As you roll around in monetary piles that don't amount to shit, I roll around in sand and grass making memories I won't forget. Your expensive knife has carved out my eyes and perforated my neck. Society is tearing my head off every time you write that check. Every time you need and fiend or pay for a plastic face, money is my blood, the ATM my mouth that spits out twenties at your face. Compassion overwhelms me as I become you-now I live vicariously through your luxury cars and mastercards and hundred dollar shoes. Where is your soul buried - give me another hint. Is it in the pocket of your Armani jacket or behind that window tint? Hypocrites who claim they're christ-like yet discriminate by race-if Jesus lived in this segregated America he would do away with this place. While Africans search for an oasis in the middle of the Sahara, you search for thirty-dollar girls in mini skirts to hop in your Porsche Carerra. As monkeys swing from tree to tree looking for tools to eat, you wine and dine and spend your paycheck on that fifty-ounce piece of meat. That piece of meat that suffered for days with its limbs tied up with ropes-that innocent animal they took for you as they relentlessly slit its throat. They strap down that mammal who shares the same genetic makeup just because they can-they stab, and poke, and research to no ends to increase the human life span. Selfish, not selfless, us creatures of earth competing and cheating to improve our own self worth. As we lie on goose feathers and rest under cement others lie restless on dirt saving grains of rice they were lent. This land of trees wasn't made for superficial satisfaction - these grassy greens came before machines-they are no special attraction. This cycle of life will end the same way it began although we live with something, we will die with nothing -we weren't born with 24 karat diamonds on our hands. This complexity is as simple as nature is natural, this world is as perfect as opinion is factual. Although my chance of rest is shallow, because I'm constantly occupied with thoughts-I am satisfied with being occupied because I know that the knowledge I contain is worth more than anything you've ever bought.