Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Tulalip trees, Tulalip nature

I open my curtains to let the room breathe,
And see Tulalip trees,
Tulalip nature.
Pure unadulterated nature.
Development threatens the existence
Of foreboding beauty,
Makes you wonder what it could do to you.
These days, I find myself
Apologizing for my existence.
Like I helped in some way to screw nature up.
And I have. And I have. And I have.
Everything is just a big pile of messed up attempts
To create a better place for my family,
All I have done is messed up.
The window holds no lies,
The beauty conveyed here is a limited time offer.
I wonder if I will be around for it to all fall down.

April 21, 2004
Suge


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