It's not negative, just a vague attempt to say something real. When one delves deeply into one's unsaid things, they tend to flare.
But I have come to the end of participating in human pretence, from the highest echelons of academic self-recognition, to walking with the one scratching in the bin for food.
It's the pretence that bothers me.
The hunger of humans, dying each hour,
and the deep desire for
There's no balance.
If you're comfortable, it doesn't mean that you have to
give it up.
But the heart staggers.
Whose's carrrying the weight?
Who's pushing the pyramids of
Apparently my accountant knows nothing about what
although the balance has to
stand still, from time to time.
But the question is,
what counts, the moving colours of
seasons caution us.
Speaking for myself,
I'd try to avoid the rubbish.
After that, if you can do it,
sunrise always says something
If you get up early enough,
and know how to watch,
you'll see something that wil make you