Are we meant to have more then what we started with?
And if we get more then what we originally had,
did we make it?
or did we just take it?
Humans have wondered 'why do we live?'
when the truth is
we barely exist.
Because in order to live we need to be better
then what we were when we were
And if we exist how are we not living?
if we live how do we not exist?
Is love what you build
or is hate what you tear down?
Because I have found that we are in a never ending metamorphoses,
we change on the outside
but we never change on the inside.
For every bad choice we make is reflected
in the eyes of those who have seen too much but not enough
in the bones of the sickly as we pump them full of false marrow.
in the hands of the abused as your fists match their bruises.
For every good choice we make is reflected