I should stop looking at newspapers- I’m not Aladdin.
I wish I was an intellectual- who grasped the intent of the galaxy in expanding equations of symmetry and elegance.
I wish I understood technology in its ever-growing linguistic culture- to broaden my limits in this
evolutionizing world.
I wish I was a problem-solver, a dare-devil, a hand holding the scales- a person who would under-go the efforts it takes to procure a change.
I wish I was brave.
We only see the surface of ignominious undertakings,
litterings’ of preposterous acts
and unwarranted, unguarded and unrelenting failings.
Those vultures in avarice.
These pages, stained in pungent ink cannot contain the load- Presenting: a single breath taken from the lives of all those living and passed.
Overwhelming.
I don’t suffer from an insurmountable sense of empathy- but see enough hope in humanity that the front page is all I need, to make me wish I could wish.
A well placed equation, a condensation of disciplines- concluding solutions to which the question was never forgot.
A culture that tries to save Itself.
We shouldn't wait for a genie, stop seeking a lamp…
I am not enough.
Sincerely,
Dust in the Wind
