We small people,
you and I,
swimming in each other's conscience,
happy yet contained,
innocent yet alert,
lost yet found.

Neither do I have,
neither do you possess,
we still walk together,
unaware of the "bigger" people's judgement.

A craning logic,
a didactic contradiction,
waiting for appraisal,
throwing scorn upon us,
never crossing your path.

Sometimes I cry,
ask why us?
But you say no,
possessing more,
they are the ones who should shed a tear.

We small people,
live within ourselves,
ask for nothing,
only take from each other.
But still,
why do the bigger ones pry?