Simple truths

Good times come in small ways
Even when we bitch while counting the days,
Life is full of mysteries we have yet to unearth,
It takes a long time even after our birth.

It takes more then one hand to build a culture,
Without which we scavenge like vultures.
Each life is different yet yearns for the same,
To love, to work, to get out and play.

Conflict is inevitable with such novelty,
Some try to force it away with consistency.
All we can do is plant the seeds.
Those who find balance will be a rare breed.