My curious mind
often questions the human condition
of conditioning the mind
to conditions
the heart refuses to understand
That day…
The world forgot to be kind,
and you forgot to be patient,
and in between figuring out who you were,
and where you came from,
and why you were here,
the clouds of life,
poured on you,
and your heart cried with the rain…
but,
when it was over,
and though the world did not change,
you felt lighter and soul felt cleansed,
and you noticed the smiles among the frowns,
and drenched in what was your pain,
you found that little piece of joy again,
you followed the rainbow of life.
There, there in the dark corner
beyond all the hateful anger
beyond all the criticism
lay a piece of thought
born to be free
untouchable