Euphoric Benign

I often stood,

waiting in stead,

waiting for a fall instead

of waiting to see who I am,

Am I really me

Or another’s man?

I wait and see,

as the rain pours down,

down the heavens,

as little plants drown.

Does no one care,

how they may be?

Those little plants,

with hearts so genteel.

Hearts now crushed,

we wait in stead,

Why do we define ourselves?

A shark chases a fish.

Why would you think it wants to make it his meal?

Maybe it wants to have fun

swimming with its friend