I don’t know you
And you don’t know me
But we are one another
In the struggles we see
Should we be acquainted
I have a dollar.
I spend fifty cents.
That fifty cents is multiplied
With the next guy’s fifty cents
To create a quarter.
Half-dollars leave everyone
Short-changed.
There’s nothing profound here
Nothing will be heard
That wasn’t said before
It’s the same hollow rhetoric
Scripted responses
And well-planned gestures
The old world creates the new
New situations
Never the same as the old
So much does so little
Yet so little can do so much
We waste each other’s time
And don’t share
One day I became a tree
A long-lived lifeless entity
Insects feeding off of me
Night or day and still asleep
The door opens and shuts.
1 + 1 = 2.
Coincidences happen every day.
Morals are the opinions of the people.
So far away
I can only wish
To seek escape
Only pulls me closer
Claustrophobic
And suffocating
To misuse is
To be misused
To take advantage
Is to lower odds
The immediate gain
Is all too short
But the spirits retained
Will forever follow
In my head
I can visualize
How to move a boulder
Of any size
The mind is the road
And words are wheels