human beings all
have the same
intrinsic worth
and failings
it isn’t the story we write that matters
but what we edit out
none of us knows
how many of our opinions
aren’t really our own
the real you is revealed
in what you do for no reason
fame is empty
and chasing after it is
like robbing an abandoned bank
love is best tool we have
yet we do not employ it as often
as would be ideal
