I sometimes wonder
If things are meant to happen.
Who would we be
Without seemingly unimportant events?
Someone else.
This is a world of details.
The slightest touch sends a shiver.
The slightest glance tells it all.
The slightest thought changes everything.
They say we are different.
We are.
We have notions of happiness, of equality.
But we choose not to pursue them.
Our creations hold us back.
So abandon them.
We are born with everything we need.
Don't believe them
When they say you need more.
Long bouts of numbness
Interrupted by feeling.
Is this the life we were meant to have?
Don't believe them
When they tell you it is.
