I’ve never liked this world

So much 

To be fair 

It’s not the world

That’s to blame 

It’s the people 

I’ve always felt

A sense of meanness 

Hidden behind 

Or inside them 

And so 

I guess

I just thought 

People 

As a 

Species 

Weren’t 

Particularly 

Nice

But now 

As I look back 

Or maybe 

It’s just 

Where I’m at

Maybe it isn’t 

So much 

A meanness 

Maybe things 

Are just hard

And they (the people)

Are all 

Struggling 

In their own way

To make sense 

Of it all

To get by

To live another day

And they’re 

So wrapped up 

In that business 

Of living 

Their own 

Lives

They forget to 

Enjoy it

To treasure 

The moments

And not 

Measure their 

Pain 

And the shadow 

This casts 

Reflects as 

A choice 

Instead of 

A mirror 

In which they could see 

What it looks 

Like

Behind them 

And In front of them

And what the here and now 

Shows 

When they’re not 

So caught up 

In the chaos 

Of their minds

And the 

Webs 

Of their 

Worries 

For then 

They would see

The wind 

And the rain 

The sun 

And the clouds 

The light and the dark 

For what 

It actually is 

And not 

Their 

Carefully 

Disguised 

Emotions