Oh, it’s pain, it’s struggle

you move through light and sound

you are sensitive and indoctrinated

and take in everything like a sponge,
when you are a young

you are confused and desperate and

humiliated,  very little makes sense

everyone has a story and this is true,

we are so different, even though we are

a lot alike,  we figure out reasons to segregate each
other.

we try to figure out each other, form tribes and hierarchies

a lot of people want power and influence and when you become a teenager you want ***

and that becomes so important

and people want to be considered smart, good looking

a great athlete,  make great decisions,

make someone proud, make themselves proud

yet, there is something always trying to **** you,

something trying to ****** you, something always

to be ashamed of, you know

and then there are people who think or pretend to KNOW

but they do not KNOW, nobody really KNOWS

we play games with each other, sometimes funny and nice

but quite often very cruel games: like fights, and war

one tribe against another tribe,  a battle to death

some of us are very complex, and others’ not so

and this is what makes us human,

yet we all feel,  some more or less than the others

some of us search meaning, and others are fine with meaningless.


Until the hearts stop beating, and the blood stops flowing