Overwhelmed...

How can we expect to come into better times,
When our idea of waste management is "out of sight out of mind"...
How will we ever clean the air we breath,
If we continue to wipe our asses with fallen trees...
Why do I think the guitar will sing,
If I don't get up to pluck the strings...
How can I ever say what I feel,
When the words that I speak can never be REAL...
How can I describe what it is that's indescribable??