To
People who appreciate the small,
Who look behind themselves twice after saying goodbye,
Hoping for a miracle.
People who read between the lines
And infer to an excess.
People who love others
And hate others,
Even hate the race as a whole.
People who feel ugly
Or too short, too tall, too fat.
Because tomorrow you’ll wake up new,
Just like you did the day before that
And the day before that,
With new synapses ready to snap together,
Forming a whole new picture.
Tell someone what you see each day,
Tell the world what you see.
