21 children died in India due to negligence of some illiterates.
A black child lay dead (stoned.. I hope) on the streets of San Francisco
Ego.. Me.. I.. Mine.. My still exist. Around them. Breathing the same air. I was one of them.
People die. Cease to exist. Dies this I with them..
Do they know? Those kids. That they also could have had an I, a me, a mine and perhaps an ours too?
But I know they could have lived. What did I do? Spend another 24 hours….consoling this I of mine?
Why are my dreams, dreams? And yours just a mirage?
Why are my sorrows painful? And yours just a farce?
Why am I surviving? And you lay dead?
Or is it really reverse in my empty head?
If life is all about maximizing your happiness then you played the game wrong.
You were rehearsing the wrong tune. Singing the wrong song.
Yet I am the one who is alive. And you are the one who is free
Easiest things to say is that it is how it is meant to be.