looking at this world, one feels such oddness about it, why this is noone will know, why everyone is so different, no one will know, but why critisize, no real reason is there, im not out to get anyone, i mearly live to tell the tale, so why are you judging others by race, religeon, or richness, or wrongfulness, there is no reasoning is there, no, so why should i bend to your ways, for there is no reason is there, why must my grass be cut to what i must see, why, why, why, three times in this row, i dont know, why should i know, or why should you, not know, i am me, i am you, for without me there would never be a you, and without you, the world would be gone.
This write contains a lot of unanswered questions, not only from the writer's mind, but from the world's as well .. questions like 'why everyone is so different', 'why criticize' etc .. and these are absurd things that people continue to do, but still living together. I really doubt that one day criticism will cease completely, or people will become more reasonable , but we can hope for a new future if people change their mindset. This write tells it all. Nice one.
Wow, I am loving your philosophical style. I will admit it has taken me a while to get used to your structure but when I read it it feels like one flow of thought.
You reveal to readers wonderful philosophical thoughts, and cause one to stop and think..........to ponder reasons why we behave as we do, why we question, judge, condemn. Let us take your concerns to heart!
A nice insightful write!! Your form is a bit different, but your message is concise and well thought out.
Some minor spelling errors, but overall a good honest poem, why are we all so different? well if we were not life would become quite boring, but we do need harmony to survive. good questions
It's full of questions that people face in everyday life. It's something we all know way to well especially in this day in age. I myself could never dislike anyone for being different because it's what makes them who they are. :)
just another human trying to analyze this reality from my own limited perspective. I'm here, there, and throughout each word i write. perhaps in time I could find myself within this mess. outside of t.. more..