Confusion is everywhere
Not only in those whom express.
Which is fair
There isn't A truth
For everyone to believe.

There are facts to every perspective
And a common ground
To everything.
Although, lately,
The common ground
Is a war zone,
Which seems to act
Like quicksand.

Honesty is an openess
To failure,
And to lie:
Just a defense.
Unforgiven multiplicity
In a constant varying world.
A clashing of traditions
And the nature of a
Multi-Dimensioned
Environment.

Will there ever be an end
For a single purposed
Cycle?
Only if the purpose is changed.
And a new meaning
Inspired.

What about the memories
Of the past
From previous minds expressed?
Considering that life is linear,
We born we die,
And, with so many other lives
It intersects.

What about the inherited reactions
Of the actions done before?
When the what-ifs
Were more focused on the, then, now.

Oh! The ramifications
Of the decisions
Inspired by a bad thought.
They are endless
Like the galaxies
On our sky.

There isn't a definition
For the rules we know.
But, what about creating rules
With the human kind in mind?

This all
Is like protesting
With no single ideal in mind!
And governing a group of people
Within invisible lines.

No matter the group
And its size,
It always comes back to the individual
And its mind.

I understand my daughter's
Dilemma with the humans around her,
And I resort
To time-tested advices
To tell her,
"Her life is the more important!"

And I hope,
This way,
Her actions will be well-thought.
And, maybe add one more human
To those
Who seek
A better life
For all of us.

© LD Nascimento