it’s like we’re in chapter

   eleven of our life,

when the author decides

   to rewrite the lines.

everything gets sorted,

     but not yet quite.

there’s always a chapter

     twelve in sight.

even after that text,

   still got a plot.

no, don’t ask me,

   do ask that lot.

//

the lot of people,

     from all over the world.

some light — some dark,

     some young — some old.

the lot of people,

   of some kind.

some may be lethal,

   some are fine.

//

no one animal

is evil or pure.

we do bad things,

that is for sure.

but no one animal

is evil or pure.

aim to do good,

and then you’ll lure.

++

we are human,

       act so.

do we really?

       don’t think so.