Sour wine, untapped potential

I am laying here just thinking.
Something is underneath my chest
that wants out. Why we can’t just
treat each other with respect,
that’s it. I think of you, and picture

your expression, your laugh and
pure goodness and your
poverty, you don’t
want anyone else to see your poverty.
I can’t blame you.

I am the same way, we all
have pride mixed with inadequacy.
It’s like dirt stirred in ice-cream,
it tastes awful and gets caught in
your teeth. What do any of us

have to be proud of? We don’t
own our future, we didn’t create
our past, as if it was a mural
on the wall. It doesn’t go exactly
how you want it to. This is it,

six plus billion, with one
opportunity. Wipe away your
tears, use your voice for a
purpose, cause it’s time to
do this differently.