Sometimes I wish I could escape to a place where the words don’t mean what they’re thought to mean, and the people don’t mean what the words might mean. A place where everything is at peace and no one is sad. Smiling faces only and even the skeptics aren’t mad. Cynics are just as happy as the smiles on their faces. No lying through the smile. No put on faces. Every day life gets harder, and people struggle to survive. Where is the support for the young man-child? Go to your parents, they say. They’re not there, I say. Go to your relatives, they say. They ain’t there, I say. Go to your friends, they say. I guess you don’t see the pattern, I say. Have you gone to God, they say. Yes, I say. God is the only one I’ve been going to, I say. But, if man were meant to live in this world by himself, why did God take his rib to make it possible to procreate ourselves? I love God, but I need people here on Earth to be with my self. Just listed a bunch of people, they said. I guess what I’m looking for is good people, instead. They laughed. Beggars can’t be choosers, they said.
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