En mass green.

To be trapped upon a great green mass?
What is that?
Suffering the desires of a twenty something man.
When we learn we are inspired.
But if we forget,
We have no intellect.
And again the sand slips away.
And what is that?
Bright white distilled sky,
The birds fly by.
The trees wave casually in the wind.
And still en mass green.
And still those desires bore a hole.
And still,
Im a lost little soul.
What innocence can be found,
In someone of my age?
And what rubbish is this?
Still on a mass of green.