Without Title Ii Poem by Javier Falcon

Why do we care so much?
There are only certain answers.
There is no need to care,
others will just think bad anyway.

At the end we will look bad,
and will only be good one day,
the day of our funeral and we are dead.
yet that day is far away, so what?

You are just going to sit there?
Not doing anything, because your worried.
And do not want to make people see you.
Trying to avoid the spotlight.

Moving away from society as a whole,
so they cannot get inside your life,
not disturb your inner harmony,
not corrupt your mind?

No, but then why do you?
To protect your morals and beliefs,
to keep away from the public's appeal,
and maintain your life under the wraps.

But what a waste of the human mind,
if worry is all that occupies you,
not letting you think about yourself,
and just breathe.