a poem for people who find themselves lost through the daily tribunals of life |
looking up at the night sky I see the crimson moon guiding me to where I am headed but... where am I headed? the path I tread seems to go on forever looking around I see people people who are weeping, toiling, suffering, hurting people who are laughing, resting, having fun, enjoying life "differences and similarites defines the only thing that binds us, make or break us, an indellible brand on our humanity" these words made sense as I tried to make sense of it all I grin slowly and say to myself "is this all that there is to life?" as I walk away from them my messed up mind makes a mental picture and I ask myself "why? why are there so many differences?" why are human lives binded by differences and similarities? is that what makes us human? makes us higher beings than animals? I don't understand as i keep on treading my path I begin to question my own identity "what am I? am I the only one who thinks like this?" many years have already passed and still...I don't have the answer to these questions maybe there isn't one maybe this is what it means to be human... |