The Paths of Emotions
The world,
such and unusual place,
places were buildings reach high to the sky,
while others stay close to the Earth.
Part of life is told to us
and the rest we must find with our thoughts and eyes.
Billions of humans walk to follow their life,
But do they want to follow or do they force their bodies to move?
I see streets filled with people walking aimlessly
not knowing whether to follow the way they walk
or make my own path.
I see people with coats that i have seen rarley
while they look down at me when im wearing a plain t shirt.
I walk futher into the streets and see an endless row of people
seeing their faces with a frown while they carry their suitcases and large leather coats.
Why do they frown?
Why do I not frown?
I remember seeing my parents at the farm
their faces were not with frowns, they were far from that
while i had a big smile that brightened their day
and had no such memory of depressing moments.
Do they come to the city to frown?
I have been walking opposite of them
while they walk the other way.
I walked the other way to the land and play
while they go to the buildings and work.
I see some others walking the same way as me
with their coats off and they are relaxed.
I look at those buildings,
high and mighty buildings that make me wonder
Why does it stand so tall to overlook us?
People walk in their with heir frown
to face whatever they do inside their
I say that we need to follow the right pathway
cause if you do not then you will be in those buildings,
buildings that eat people in one by one
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