Sometimes, it’s
the smallest things that defines our world.
Cash and
dignity is temporary, fortune is limited.
I ponder; what is
pride?
Why do people
boast about their riches and brag about their “superior” rights?
Humans shouldn’t
be classified this way.
Life is simple.
Live to die.
Ash to ashes,
dust to dust.
Simplicity is
integral, eventual, yet… detrimental?
There is
neither simple complication nor complex ease.
I find humanity
intriguing, they often dream big.
Conquer the
world, venture into the unknown.
It screams
complicacy!
How could they
accomplish that,
If they haven’t
explored the remarkable beauty of simplicity?
Humans are…
interesting.
I shall not
regard myself as human,
For I have yet
to understand the simplest,
Most splendid
of the unknown—
Life.
In this road of
simplicity
This simple,
yet twisted path
To a deeper,
more convoluted unknown
An everlasting
journey…
Time will tell
if we will make it
Take pleasure
in our lives
No matter how
uninteresting
No matter how
unworthy
No matter how
disturbing
Because we are
a broken people
Forever a
broken people
Who can’t
afford to luxuriate in the littlest
The ugliest,
the spoilt
Yet the most
essential…
Understand that
humanity will prevail
And resonate in
serenity…
Fear of humans,
fear of curiosity,
Shall end this
journey through humanity.
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