There's too much pollution blocking our minds
Keeping us from reaching, the splendors behind.
The back of our thoughts, like curtains undrawn
Never truly seeing, the light of the new dawn.
So shut off the pollution and unleash your true force
You could make an impact, be it for good or for worse.
Noise pollution prevents us from hearing out inner desires.
Visual pollution douses our collective visual fires.
But sit down alone in a peaceful, quiet place and be filled
With a creative, serendipitous grace left un-willed.
You will find the pollution has left
For a second, a minute.....
That will soon be bereft.
Cherish the silence, the simple serenity.
For this is the closest to mental eternity.