tear down the walls year after year,
the scores of attempts, the endless failures successes
all adding up to one thing.
Look into your eyes but the mirror betrays because you
have trained it to deceive. Kindness is something to
expect but nothing to believe in.
Fractious our history, is it not? Where does it begin or end?
We do not live to tell. We do not live to die after all. We just live.
Why is that not enough?