Backstage

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I pull back the curtain of the world
See the bare gears of dawn
And the dark inner workings of night
A nature stripped of its soul
Leaving only bones of trees
And the flesh of mountains
All without a heart
To beat under the pulsing sun
Mother Nature without visions
Of sacred seasons sacrificed
At the altar of time
Where rivers don’t dream
And forests are held
Without a subconscious
With clouds that don’t shape our future
And seas that don’t share
Their heartbeat with the shore
As I close the curtain
And feel my spirit
Mirrored back to me
Reflecting and trusting
On the plot backstage
Hoping everything
Will keep up the act