Looking through this dirty windshield
Admiring what all nature did build
And slowly I grew hate
For what was made by the smartest primate
We made the world into a box
And tried to stay safe with plastic locks
So I broke the windshield
And picked the locks that they tried to build
I stepped out of my square
And saw a sight quite rare
A colorful place
That wasn't painted on a blank space
But existed on the real
And change everything I thought or could feel
I felt non-manufactured wind
Wrap around my body and send
A sensation down my spine
As me and nature began to intertwine
As I made my own trail
I saw glass hanging by tree branches to frail
Off in the distance
Showing the paths pf past resistance
Is this resistance I'd come to rue
Or is this freedom so true
At the greenest patch of grass I took a break
And never from this peaceful place would I wish to wake