• I am not old or young
    but rather feel that way
    Seasoned as one who is at the end of life
    yet inexperienced as a newborn
    myself.

    I see the world blindly and clearly
    dancing in the world of the unknown
    and the strangeness which is following
    the sickness infects the inside
    first.

    I feel the souls waxing and waning
    with compassion and turpitude
    a single word is not enough
    But time will always tell.

    I know humans are born
    with two of many things.
    But why were we not blessed
    with two hearts?
    When just one collapses and breaks so easily

    I don’t know who we are.
    Right and wrong is only here sometimes
    Convenience strikes in the mind
    and nature lives on.

    What is right?
    What is wrong?