When you look, almost everyone you see, if you catch them off guard has this look of longing and contemplation on their faces. Those who are looking for some kind of connection in this illusory world. What they're really craving is a connection to forces beyond this world, something that would put them at a higher and supposedly better place. Those who don't seem to crave this feeling of unity, are too distracted by an abundance of ill-hearted meaningless connections, that they choose to ignore the actual oneness they are craving. Their senses are the only ones being stimulated and their minds and souls/hearts are willfully neglected. This is a reaction brought upon by the successful structuring and manipulation of humans away from their original inner potential and focusing on the meaningless mundane in order to insure subordination. We will always be longing for something more, something bigger, somewhere or something we all used to be and call home. Yearning for nostalgia, yet never quite filling the void. We have to break free.
Not exactly a poem, more spoken-word-esque. Bonus points if you speak Portuguese.