My idealistic friend believes
in big things,
in developing an economic system
so everyone has an equal chance.
He wants to rearrange the solar system
so there’s more light in the world,
to be a part of a larger, more fantastic
our universal mind,
our myths and fairy tales.
But he doesn’t understand.
It’s not just his or my world
to change or rearrange.
It belongs to everyone.
I told my idealistic friend
that I wouldn’t change a damn thing.
Who am I to decide?
I have enough problems
breaking my ego
and keeping my soul alive.
I like your friend and will work for stardust.
I’ll let him know. 🙂
I’m with the speaker of your poem, I’m afraid. I have enough problems breaking my ego and keeping my soul alive. But one thing I can do is be kind. It won’t change the world, but it might bring a brief light to someone who is in a dark corner.
Exactly, Liz. And not so easy to do sometimes. 🙂🙏🏻
Your poems are like the Mexican songs their beautiful like the songs have beautiful stories God has grant you a beautiful thing
Thank you Irene.
Mark, thank the gods for your idealist friend. Tell him he’s not alone 🙂
I will, Rosaliene. 🙂🙂
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Thank you, RP.
I’ll change the world tomorrow, today I am content!
Yes, maybe when I’m King.
Most beautiful poem🌹🌹🌹🌹