The Grave of Our Beginning

Hold your breath. Feel your heart pound in your chest, Yes, life's precious but we run around and second guess it? These worldly ways destroy us, We don't trust what came before us, We want to be the witness and understand how it all shifted, I in vision it, with a blindfold, Under my streets theres a story to be told, Before the cites and the brick, I wonder what was here before all of this? I see a tree every few feet, and grass cracking through the concrete, I think there used to be a forest here but there an't much left, just a few trees behind my neighbors fence, This cities like a tombstone on the grave of our beginning, I hate how we're living in all this power, So, I took a flower and laid it on the street, just to show my respect for what lies beneath. Imagine how it used to be.....