So where does one start

So where does one start?
The bushes, trees, or meadows,
To find what one ought,
Be lifted from shadows,
Drought!
Panic stricken monkeys,
All tangled and unbound,
With tears that just hang,

So where does one start?
With meditation and sip tea,
To break yourself apart,
Recollect, connect and free,
But dreams,
Plaguing one with love,
Becoming the truly real
Awaking even more depressed,

So where does one start?
Fall into the escape, dear,
Jump on that band cart,
And forsake anything clear,
Death,
That shall grip soul,
Ignorant peons sing,
Finding only what is near.