Are we scaring the kind spirits away?

When I feel my most peaceful and lucid I find cars and the hard-lines of development frightening.

I find flippant remarks like "well that's just the way it is" and "life isn't fair" to send me reeling

And so, I must ask again, are we scaring the kind, wise spirits away?

I heard they live in the water and come out at night
I heard that it is a dangerous journey for them
Dangerous even before, before 24-hour streetlights and the stumbling young, before all the hard ground and hard-line-shadows, the buzz and the smell of waste

Are you scaring the kind, wise, peaceful, beautiful spirits away?

Are you hard or soft before you tumble to sleep?
How would you react to spirit coming to your bedside?
You might ask, "what are you doing?" and the spirit will hold your hand and say, "This is alright for now"

Are we scaring the kind, wise, peaceful, beautiful, gentle, brave, caring spirits away?