Human
I see all the facades
Beautiful plastic
You can tear them down
But all that is found
Is another one
If you tear more
You might find the core
A cracked glass on the brink of shatter
Beautiful brokenness
I see all that is human
- M
Little Kids
Grow up they say
But in the end
We are all little kids
Wondering what we will become
And striving to find a place
In a big world
- M