Love the Weak Too
We are all ever so
in becoming ourselves,
visibly haunted and like the future
sometimes blurry;
Yet we have everything
and have grown together,
discovered treasures and gentle transformations,
become happy ever-so-often,
and as people begin to arrive
a few think it is a vision;
They are confidently assured in their awareness
but deep down love a good surprise
knowing every day the future forwardly shapes the past.
Yet no one monster minds, no one panics or protest-picnics.
People begin to arrive…