We want to be loved.
We all do.
No matter how alone
Our hearts aren't made of stone
From loves discomfort
We want the passion and comfort
The heart pains with disappointments
To remind us we human

And that perfection is flawed
Love is flawed
The truer it gets
It's kindly cruel
Selfishly considerate
With all other nothings
It's what the carer is

Love has a shape and size
That only my eye see
It has your shape, your size
That's why I love thee

I do not want your love
For anything from you
But I'll give you my love.
Do it as you please.

Boy o boy
Why wasn't I born earlier
When life was sweeter without sweets
The days when humans embraced failure
Knowing it showed us more than winning could teach
When apples and oranges were within our reach
And our best shoes were simply our feet
Times when a smile could not be defeated
When resources were free and not depleted
When trade was fair and equal
When we loved our cultures and their rituals
When we sang with harmony
And our voices were more charming
When we spoke ways of monumental peace

Then times changed, and we begged for clemency.
Then life got bitter with all the sweets.
Then winning became everything.
And failure meant you were weak.
Chances of grasping oranges became bleak.
Then only poor people ever showed their feet.
Smiles became fake and pliant.
Resources worn out and extravagant.
Then goods were exchanged for papers and melted rocks.
Then we shamed our ancestry and despised their ways.
Our voices became harsh,
And irritated the ear.
Then mentioning of peace, became somebody's fear.

I Understand my actions
Yet do not act.
Judge others kindly,
Judge myself harshly.
Claim no belief,
Though pray in silence.
Time my life,
But live it as if infinite.

Am I true,
Or searching for truth.
Question my soul,
And guide those of others.
Do my fantasies end in a dream?
But then again,
In life, what is a reality?