We are

Yes, it's fine, our eyes were always oblique. We've drowned in this ocean, walked this road, seen this Nature so many times before and destroyed it by will. We are scavengers of a forgotten will to communicate with the inside. We only see what is left of the journey, not what we accomplished so far. And so we move on, no matter where or how. We're blind.
The wild cries inside our minds, we prefer the silence of our ignorance. Mad men preaching values based on lies and false history, bloodthirsty kings become tyrants of full name, sitting with a crown on their heads and the heart of Nature in their hands. The oceans revolt and bring forth furious waves of warning for the blood we shed and the tears that we never cry. The winds blows strongly and corrupts our sights but still we struggle, all vain, all for pain. We're deaf to their shouts.
We're mute. So slowly time passes by and we don't even grab it, make something of it. Not even for the slight smell of a flower we give ourselves.