I was a withered soul in a young body,
Weighed down by possessions.
A melancholic spirit possessed me.
I was unfit for this life, this world of capitalism.
I never understood the people around me or what was expected of me.
I was drunk on the illusion of reality.
Then a realisation came upon me.
The problem did not exist within me, but with society.
They say she’s uncontrollable, merciless at best.
But a hunger inhabited me; a longing that spread throughout my entire being.
It intensified until one day the lion within me awakened.
I was reborn.
I cut my ties with the past.
The destruction of civilisation was never so beautiful.
It crumbled as I plunged myself into the sea of salvation.
Nature became my home, my companion, my life.
I had nothing and yet I had gained much more.
I found forested communes of people like me.
They became my family.
When the wind roared the trees would whisper stories.
The rivers and streams surged with life.
We lived among the animals; they were our brothers and sisters.
We painted ourselves with colours of gold and green, blue and red.
We danced under the stars to the music of our spirits.
We ate and drank around the fire; the flames were ever burning.
Our hands were raised to the virtuous moon and the enveloping sun.
We celebrated life.
Stephen Riordan. 5/3/13.