"Some of your hurts you have cured, and the sharpest you still have survived, but what torments of grief you have endured, from the evil which never arrived" Ralph Waldo Emerson

Imagine, if you can, another place,
Of everything other from time to space.
A place with no beginning and ends,
A place where everyone is everyone’s friends

Or maybe a place with only nemesis's,
A place where no one hugs or kisses.
A place governed by hate and fear,
And no one, nowhere is loved or dear.

Now imagine if you lived not here but there,
Would you give other places a thought or care?
Because no matter where we are right now,
We always want better where’s, who’s and how’s.

We let our candles burn 'til the wick,
Has lost its length and the end is quick.
The darkness, then, overpowers us,
And only, then, do we make a fuss.