Our generation (Poem #119)

There is a barrier in our world,

between generations,

between families.

Somehow we can not understand each other,

as if after childhood we stopped speaking the same tongue,

and become ignorant because we decide to love before fight.

They always say that we will grow up to be them,

but how can we turn into them when were were never them,

we never lived their lives,

we are young,

we are dumb,

we are stupid,

we are understanding,

we are charming,

we are naive,

we are free….

8 out of 10 (Poem #111)

In Japan if you ask people what animal they could be,

8 out of 10 would say they wish to be a bird,

they wish to be free,

choose their own destiny,

and fly until they find the one thing we all want,

a purpose.

8 out of 10….

that is a a lot of people without a purpose yet…