Nature provided.

I collected.

I neglected, then came forth, with change of perception.

My heart is ending, becoming cold and calloused.

Nature corrected.

Stops me in my tracks, pushes me to the narrowest path.

I am back, in a matter of seconds.

As much as I work, I need equal amounts of time in resting.

I am no peasant!

I lessen my standards, in hopes of correction.

But their ego is stone.

And I feel stoned.

Trying to awake a soul, but the truth can not be told.

It can only be realized…

I write with delicate ways, versatility is my approach.

Then I evolve higher, eventually they may follow…

Souls, cannot forever stay hollow, and God knows.

Your heart’s intelligence cannot forever stay bottled, that is like losing your soul.