A bag in the attic, a shed tear?
Writing your dead mother?
witnessing a miracle? Forging through despite the thistles,
or cruising on a relatives legacy?
Drowning in a desert, making your fortune?
Raising a child to be like you or teaching
them justice?
Is hammering your head against the wall,
is that all? Or slitting your wrists
the gist? Cutting your hair, belong to the newest fad,
driving a BMW? Bad?
You hear the whispers, feel a touch on your cheek,
hold one another, help the weak?
Pet a dog, rescue a lost frog , feed a duck,
nurture nature, help one another.
Or make yourself whole, which ever way
shows you truly belong to the human race.