At least I still got my cave
There's nothing people love to hate
So much as people,
And the world's full up of 'em.
They come in all colors, shapes, and sizes;
So you can pick whatever bugs you the most
And slap 'em on a most wanted poster
On your bulletin board.
"Wanted: People Who Are Not Like Me."
It'll read. Maybe get your buddy
That draws good
To put a nice little cartoon
At the top so you remember—
Your enemy's unlike you.
And you'll think:
"That's the problem is,
All the other people out there
Making the wrong decisions.
And now the world's too full up;
Full with all the rubbish and passion,
Full with all the crazy ideas.
Full of chemicals and sickness,
Zealots and thugs.
That's the main thing,
All the people's problems.
The world's just so full up."
And,
You know,
You might be half-right.
(I know you're half-wrong.)
But with the world so full up,
How come there's still so much space,
Like the cave of my heart?
Written by
4/21/18
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Photography by
.1 — "Deer Cave" by JuhaniViitanen
2 — "Crystal Cave" by JessDismont
3 — "Warm Light in a Cold Cave" by Wb-skinner
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