People that yell have nothing to say.
People who yawn sleep all day.
People who sniff also smell.
Preachers of lies go to hell.
Thieves take for their greed.
The meek give when in need.
The globe’s split by distant light.
Half is day. Half is night.
Half is X. Half is Y.
Thunder booms in forever sky.
Drowning reason with buoyant screams.
Pushed and pulled to all extremes.
Hiding behind a glass veneer.
The mirror see’s we all don’t share.
But share we must our only place.
For life’s reflection, not a race.