From across worlds
Other suns, entirely
Shining out there, and here
You have to wonder
Who else do we share our sun's light with
Who else does it shine for
Because it's not really ours, in the sense of possession
We just feel
Attached to it
And that's why we say it's ours.
Is that how it is
When we meet someone we like
Someone totally wonderful and radiant
And we'll say, yeah, that's my friend
Or my girlfriend or boyfriend
You hardly ever hear people proclaiming proudly, after all
That's my enemy; we don't get along
But they all live in "our" world, so they're ours, too
And we're theirs
In a way.
It's strange, to think of it
Why do we fight?
Why aren't we all friends?
Don't we all want the same things:
Security, safety, love and recognition, affection, and equality
Food and a home, a place to lay down at night and sleep?
So why can't we all just get along?
Why do some people have to be greedy
Or not care if someone else is starving or homeless whilst they're living the "high life"?
Aren't we all just brothers and sisters
In this world?
Breathing the same air and going about our day, the same sunlight out our windows?
Why do we have to fight
And make war?
I don't understand, sometimes