Save the peace or the piece

I walk over my home
With umbrella armpit,
Through the rain and the snow
I indulge like a shit…
Forest’s driving me mad
‘Cause it’s freaking insane!
‘Cause I’m loosing my head
And it’s fucking my brain!
When I look at trees’ leaves
I imagine my death,
I imagine the wind
Which is blind, careless…
Which does not care ‘bout
These ideas of green!
And tree’s body is stout
Like a fatso, indeed…
I can’t find my existence,
Can’t remember the truth!
Trees are making resistance
To my knowing of youth.
…I can’t overcome it
And I go ‘way from place,
Moving through Baker’s street,
Listening to Three Days Grace…
Then at once I hear noise
Down to me, near my legs,
I can say that is voice
Of a bug and it begs!
I keep my ear open
To the voice of a bug
And it says: “I am hoping
That you won’t give a fuck,
That you won’t let me die
In my li’l bug’s world,
Please, stop making us cry,
Killing nature with sword!”
And I’ve suddenly caught
All the sense of its speech…
God, I really forgot!
People don’t mean a thing!
We don’t care ‘bout that
But it has its importance!
We are all in the butt
And we think that it’s awesome!..
We should care ‘bout this…
To destroy – peace of cake!
But we should save the peace!
It’s much harder to save…