the nurturing, the day to day
Murky waters, I dived into
But, I seem to have lost my way.
Navigating the blustery,
with lack of any attachment
Having been used and discarded
faulted of all ills, the catchment
Yearning for an organic living
A constant substation for own
Used to advantage, by many
Slowly, the seeds of misery are sown.
