World of Impossible

Failing winds blow the mind
just as tigers rip it.
Colors burst like popped balloons
right when trails are lit.

The burning brush and orange embers
eat away the natural scene.
No more homes of nests to see
and now the bushes - far too lean.

The only scents
were swept away,
So here life awaits
yet another day

When stairs are never ending
in skys much too high,
for life goes on in this world of impossible
since everything is just a lie.