People, all you people,

Probably just some, or most.
It's all prices and politics, policies, and rules, all those rules.
And laws, or not laws, laws of nature ,not man.
I would want to wish you all a great many things, but to what avail, kindness, gratitude, or just another acquaintance, spectator and player alike, all your trouble without problems.
You the few with so much, here's more for your mounds of extra, and to what avail?

It is not these things, it is not these things we brought in abundance, it is not these things we tax, or rule or judge, or pass, or

see.

Yes see.

Did you there, you all, did you the many forget the spectator?

For the eyes of the mass is you, the passerby , the swipe, the name caller, you the keyboard gangster, or how about you in your window to afraid of the world that you have helped make.

Where are you all the many, my masses,
my people, the human in you calls to the human in me, in them, in us, in ourselves to them.

But there are the policies there are your closed doors, we the few, or me the none, or fewer?

It is not what they make of you, but you, you, yes, you make you, you decide today what's tomorrow.

I shall call Thursday, this day, monday, and thus this has become mine. Not one unlike your own. But limited to your taxing on me.

The wall, is blue, 'the wall is white', don't force my reality to be your own. This is my life as I deemed.

So slow the hole ,the mass, that many, allow my life.
Our life.

Lives.

Life.

A wise man
Once was a fool

Realize that
In case
Noone has told

When did you meet him?
That matters
If still not clear

Read that again

A wise man
Once was a fool

Realize that
In case
Noone has told

When did you meet him?
That matters
If still not clear

Read that again

You may have seen me
When I was folding my arms
Never did you noticed
How high I could fly

You may have seen me
When I was bedridden
Never did you recognized
How strong I am

You may have seen me
When I was stumbled
Never did you noticed
How gracefully I rise

You may have seen
My vulnerability
Never did you realized
How carefully I craft
Admiring it as
The Masterpiece

Probably you just have capacity
To see the partial truth
Never did you embraced
The absolute

And in the end I have questioned many things
looking inside the eyes. The life is not about
aligning all the stars of the galaxy, while
tracing rays of light. Everything
worth the authenticity, who will
question when the truth reveals
in the vibes. No matter what or how
much we put effort trying to catch
the air, that is out of reach and
awesome way of waste of time.
Sometimes we carry too much
weights that make us weary,
this needs to be something
in our mind.

And
When I have
Nothing inside
I always
Follow the light

I promise to be
A backbone of
Your evolving

You can rise
As high as
You like

A living kind in harmony.
How much better the world could be?

Where and how to start?
A time will come when I will be able to teach what was not taught to me. As long as one is happy, one doesn't care where to sleep and what to eat. Now let me build from the scratch clearing the clouds of grey, under the ash and embers, painting the life in all the colors when hope is all what we have. Have we ever once wondered within the solitude of our silence, as truly said, "the less people we chill with, the less ******* we deal with." If we are taken to the place where nothing matters and all senses are numb. To conserve the soul we manage to stay silent, stay cold and pretend dead to keep ourself in a better place of a blissful adventure. Here we all live inside our own head.
But where did it all go wrong?

No one escapes, everyone evolves to reach the manhood/womenhood to become a man/women, but this doesn't mean being better. Better human project preserves the essence of  goodness in the future, acknowledging a virtue of the past.  Better human is to challenge self to make the next move better.

Thus human.