so that i too can spend
my life worrying over
the pursuit green paper.
so that i too can fight
battles over borders
not even visible in air.
so that i too can know
fellows are only human
when they are not my enemy.
so that i too can see
myself as another
who is just a better copy of me.
so that i too shall know
of happiness pursued
but never attained…
it is real
yet there seems to be no place for it
when there are so many other tangible, physical, material things to be had.
there is no room for something that takes up no such space
do not search for it, it is not lost, just waiting to be found.
when word cannot define it but waits for the claim to label it
what need do we have of something that could be anything?
i cannot prove you have it,
i have to take your word for it
the same word that cannot define
what it is you and i cannot see
but what we feel…