Along the mountains
We see worries,
And hurries,
As things beneath us.
But what do we find
Truly
Beneath us?
We beg.
We steal.
We smile.
We squeal.
Our acts are not stopped
By a moral divide,
But we inhabit a world
With division.
We multiply by day,
But subtract our lies
And add our tangential truths.
Our lives are filled with meaning beyond words
But beyond the words,
We are people.
King by name,
Queen by throne,
Our ancestors were people
Filled with sight
For more.
We like names,
But do not go by them.
We live our lives,
Killing our souls.
In hushed rooms,
Our lives find meaning.
Decisions expand
Our minds,
But is expansion a solution,
Or a way of coping?
What if knowledge
Was finite?
What would you give up
To be accepted?
This is what the world does
Daily.
We throw out that which
Makes us unique.
Instead,
Opting for the title
Of fitting in.
We are not a puzzle
To be solved.
Just as the pieces fit in,
We grow the picture.
Pictures by day,
Life by night.
Our life's greatest mystery?
Our
Plight.