The sun does not shine,
Except it pops for man,
Neither does the flower scents,
For itself to smell nice,
Rivers would not drink,
Enough water in its horizon,
Yet it does not drink itself,
Aren't we supposed to live for others?
Go borrow a car from him,
Not having one is not an offense,
*Now you won't buy the bad tires, *
Nothing feels bad when it breaks down,
The oil has gone down,
Would you drive it again,
Rather a park and report to the owner,
A friend who was just being a friend,
There will be no car to borrow again.
Hoping for hope may be dashed,
Like the fishes of the ocean gasping for breath,
In their world with enough to go round,
So has humans occupied more than they need,
Classifying us as shrubs,
Some for healing while others as victims,
What a world we live in.
That you are taking loud,
The world may not hear you,
That you have constant electricity,
You aren't the light of the world,
That illumination may trip off soonest,
But I won't lose hope,
Though I have been blinded,
And I have been broken,
By the wickedness if the wicked,
Yet I keep holding faith,
The world would be better someday,
When you and I begin to act our paths.
