A gust of the wind rushes through my hair
As I sit in the window and at the sky I stare
Stark purple and shades of orange and blue
The sun is going, leaving it's shades and hues
Allured in thoughts about people I meet
Some greet, some love, some encourage and some cheat
Remembered and forgotten, their faces pass in a slideshow
Now I look back to the time when all I wanted was to grow
I do not understand this life and how it is so complex
It does not, but I wish life came with a text
I do not understand my own response that I am slated to offer
Because at the end one of us does suffer
I read words, books, poems and tales
Where in the end sadness, away it sails
If that is how it should go
Then why in the opposite direction the boat should row?
All this I think and then two pigeons I see in the extension below
One tries to outdo the other and retain its ego
While it claims sole ownership of the little space
Reminds me that life is nothing but again a race
We hurt, we cry, we love, we ignore, we clash and we go out of sight
And prove what? Humanity has lost the game in the big bad world fight
Darwin, I hate to admit you were right and question why
The fittest should have helped and not killed. Sigh!
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