A thought from one who cannot think.
A special gift only few ever experience.
The first unaided guide across an ice rink,
As if a stroke of brilliance.
Many a thought go through one's mind,
the simple mind is food and function.
As we progress the ideas of other bind,
Individuality and conformities conjunction.
We beg for what we dont need,
Something supposedly lost to infancy.
It all piles around us, money and greed.
False love, hopeless intamacy.
The outreached empty palm,
always expected to be filled.
Life isnt defines by a pslam.
The most kind and caring are killed.
Asking for what we want never gives us what we need.
Though people ignore it, violence in differences impede.