We reap what we sow
Artificial, air-conditioned, manufactured
Shopping malls
And me
Looking up towards the sky
Wondering, what have become
Of this process called life
This idea of progress
Will we continue
To lay bricks
On top of bricks
Until we are hostage in our own house
Or will we plant gardens
So wide there is no longer
Any separation
Of what is yours, or mine
Roots spreading and sprouting
From the soil of our longing
To the fulfillment of our souls