How far…

How far off the coast is my limit, imagined the young boy,

Then one day, Fighting for a dear friend, he wonders how far this support for a friend is not hostility for others,

In love with a girl, who knows not, how far from this love is devotion,

And when does it become sycophancy,

How much of dedication and never-back-down attitude is passion,

When does it become an obsession.

How much of an optimism is optimism before it becomes lunacy.

How far your devotion for your country or your people is patriotism,

And when does it become nationalism, and then fascism.

Should the love for fresh steak feel like crime, then, is being vegetarian enough, or being vegan,

Or shouldn’t I feel criminal when I take more than my part of the natural resources, their home, even the air or the water,

When the world is so competitive, my every win is someone’s loss,

Are the riches really the sign of my success,

When does it become too much,

When does it become a plunder.

When does your passion and love for God become preaching,

And when does it become selling,

In the obsession to run fast enough, we have left the weaker ones back,

Is a faster growth and development of the country so important,

And when does this global hunger and ambition becomes selfish enough,

How right is right enough.

The kid listened to the elders, read the books, spent a quarter of his life in schools,

But, that wasn’t enough,

And he still wonders,

How far off the coast is that right spot,

Where freedom meets justice.

I wish he knew.

He could be happy,

he could have known to be right,

At that very spot, he could feel enough, happy enough!