You, me and all of us.
Remain the product,
Of our kept thoughts.
Sought to seek dreams,
Hopes and wishes...
With them wanted.
To receive and get.
Appeasing to satisfy,
Our thoughts.
Mainly to prove to ourselves,
We have been blessed to live...
Doing whatever done we choose,
Has been beneficial.
If nothing else,
Is enough to impress others.
The 'others' of those.
On missions as if granted permission,
To only have thoughts...
Specifically to evaluate,
And pass judgement on others.
You know...
Not those others.
But the others unknown.
Like most of us do.
When we give approval to ourselves,
To become among the other ones.
Wasting time and our thoughts.
Believing the doing is productive!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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