noise and deadly toys

Written by: bias fields

solitude 
avoiding noise 
and things in life
that are rude
twisted dreams 
boxed in rooms
sparkling streams 
life is air
fresh 
without a care 
night follows 
bears and swallows 
clean dirt 
wet with moss 
I'm here 
I'm loss
trees whisper
their dreams 
childhood lost 
dark frost 
lumber 
free 
of me 
escape 
it's just 
a human trait
to create 
destroy 
employ 
their tactics
noise deadly toys 
rules us boys