We glare at the ones who live like kings

And glance at the one who live like dirt

Quick, illogical judgement tells us to stray towards those

Who seemingly have no problems

Who seemingly live in luxury

Who seemingly never work, only play

And still get the rewards

Quick, illogical judgement tells us to leave behind those

Who seemingly worry daily about poverty

Who seemingly have nothing to fill their stomachs

Who seemingly always work, never play

And still get the consequences

I glare at myself

And glance at myself

Then tell myself

If I am here, since I am here, when I am here

Life is a funny thing.

-11.02p.m, 14-7-09