I've come to the conclusion
that there are those that were just
born old, just tired dusty shells
resembling humans but
who appear never to have experienced joy
wrapped up in this illusion of
business, politics, finances, religion
money money money
amassing the most material shit
gotta get more, get ahead
gotta be better than, holier
who don't even smile at a good
that's what she said
never get lost in a song or
write their heart's passion and pain
never paint their dreams
i can't even imagine how that happens
where they programmed?
neglected?
are some people just inherently boring?
i grieve for the gray souls
who can't see past the ride
the rules of this game to notice
all this life, all this beauty
music, art, poetry, humor
LOVE
those who live without
by choice
they're already dead.