A stroke of collectivity.

What can I say now?

No matter how close

I think I am

to an universal truth,

still I am

conveniently reminded

how

I know not a single thing.

Like a bowling ball,

how it will roll

down its alley...

people will tumble as they are.

Eventually,

they will pop as they really are.

All strokes of luck,

you never know what you get.

You buy a caramel candy apple on a stick.

You are left with a stomachache and a stick.

You bump into a mountain lion on a little trek.

You are given a ride to the summit.

You never know what you get.

All I want is the truth.

Is that much to ask for?

Come on out of the thickets.

There is nothing to hide.

It is perfectly healthy

to tell the truth.

All strokes of people,

let's just count on love

and telling your truth.

If it is hiding behind layers.

Peel and weep them away.

It is for the best,

just for the best.

why not?

Have you thanked your feet lately?

For many small and big miracles you have witnessed,

they would not have been if not for your feet.

If you want to scoff at me,

"I see all my miracles in the car."

You still use your feet in the car.

*shrugs*

this is just a tribute to all the walking feet in the world.

By the way,

avoid grass if there's concrete.

Why?

Thriving communities are amidst those little stalks of green.