Thought

How

Each day is composed of a different pattern from yesterday and pieces for tomorrow.

Each day leaves strings of stings that lead to misunderstanding.

Misunderstandings that lead to a complex conflict.

But why does anyone turn blind?

Why is everyone deaf?

Why can't they lean their hands?

Is their hand broken?

Those are the questions I ask when I first arrive in the city.

Those thoughts came up after witnessing some events happen in my surroundings.

Compose from observing others.

Wondering if I can ask the adult directly.

Wondering if those are okay.

Wondering if those taste good or bad.

But as the hours passed, nobody stood.

Does it mean those are okay?

Does it mean those taste good?

Does it mean what the adult does is always right?

Does it mean that money is more important than dignity?

Does it mean that you're powerful if you have more money?

Does it mean that you've become less if you have none?

Does money define humanity?

Does money define happiness?

Does money define pain and anger?

Does money define love?

Does money define life?

Does age define expertise?

Does age define knowledge?

Does age define either good or bad?

Does age define destiny?

Growing up in an unfamiliar place.

Year by year and still, the mind is hazy.

How can I paint on their canvas in a different color?