How do you convince a man whose head has outgrown his hat
that he is not the center of the universe?
How do you persuade the rest of the Homo Sapien race
that laughter is not the end all of this shitty world
and that it is not a damned sin to be emotional at times?
How do you cope with your need to recuperate
when the cause is also the cure
and you are too afraid, too weary and just too damn tired
to even consider it exists?
How do you find it in your heart to trust people once more,
when those closest to you have failed you, betrayed you and left you hanging?
How would you muster the courage
to pursue the one who makes you happy
when that very same person
is also the source of your dear friend's joy?
How can you let go of everyone you treasure,
how would you remain unattached to things
and still be human?
How can you make people listen,
when it has been ingrained in their minds
that talking is better?
How can you seek for answers, venture into this risky world
when your brain is wrung, heart is maimed and your too petrified
that the very breeze might extinguish
the dying embers of your soul?
How do you prevent yourself from being a stone?
How do you resist the curse of being unmoving, unfeeling and withering
when the forces of the earth have pulverized your once unquenchable spirit
and sent you back to join the soil, forever indistinguishable
and eternally bound to be trampled on by passersby?
No comments:
Post a Comment