Elevation

Ventana

Let me tell you a little about life, 

how it sucks, 

and what's not right. 

Don't you ever get bored?

Talking, talking, blaming and wallowing

In your despair?

In your own complaints?

Sucking the air

because you have nothing else to drain,

and lest you sigh with vain,

because your books are too heavy

like the pride you have with yourself

and they somehow succeed in it

but they don't want to believe or admit,

that you were once upon them?

That they were once human?

That humanity was unity

but they used great impunity

that somehow they couldn't find the right synonym for 'ostracized'

but stared at you with menacing eyes

and stopped talking all together

because they knew you wouldn't want to join

their exchanges

but faith and life changes,

and you don't have to fit into their ranges

in the same sancutuary,

in the same body,

the world becomes smaller in their terms

theres nothing more to explore

or discuss

because this small life becomes their world

and its sad

they cannot see so many things beyond that.