This piece here is something of an oddity among my meager works. While I generally try to create a rhythm and pattern (as most songwriters do), this one has neither of those things. It is in complete disarray. This is for a reason: it's about the Pacific Garbage Patch. The PGP is a massive field of concentrated plastic waste and chemical sludge in the Northern Pacific Ocean. Not healthy stuff. And like the PGP, this song is a complete mess. Though if you were to say that it's just an artless work of amateurity, you would be right as well. Perception is reality. Stay happy, smile, and have a nice day!
It Moves.
It Moves
Discoloration
Poison water
Stories of petroleum
Drowning in methane
Plastic floats
Away from the core
Far beyond eyesight
Toxic garbage concentrated at the surface
Floating on nature
It moves
Extinction
Is prevalent
Bodies everywhere
Void of life
It cannot be known
What is lost
Incalculable innocence
Coldly measured indifference
This is
A swiftly pressurizing planet
We have fossil fuels
And we have forests, but
Only greed
Is limitless.
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