You sit in your shell.
Contained. Confined. Consumed.

You see the world, but don't understand it.
Its messages lost in the routine of life.

The wind sings its soft song to you.
You ignore it, staring ahead at the nothingness.

The water unites your soul to the world.
You barely notice the connection as globalization.

The earth teaches you her subtle messages.
They fly over your head like a confusing joke.

The fire burns to keep you alive.
Yet you strive to ignore its every need.

You sit in your shell, waiting for the light to change.
Contained. Confined. Consumed.

By Jeff Nolan