One man makes his way in the world, knowing nothing but his name. He doesn't need to know anything else. He doesn't want to see the pain, so he avoids other people. His eyes won't let him look.
One man makes his way in this world, living with pain. He doesn't have the time to understand anything else. He looks through eyes of sorrow, and never sees any joy. His pain won't let him feel.
One man makes a living, another man is unemployed.
One man has a heart attack, and dies at the age of twenty-five.
One man works all day, and comes home to a loving wife.
One man does nothing to stay alive.
One man.
One woman loves a man, and lives just for him. Caring for the welfare of his children. She doesn't realize that she's her own person. No one's ever treated her right. Her mind won't seek.
One woman lives in an office, fighting for what's rightfully hers. She can't spend the time she wants to on the small things in life. Her schedule has taken over her private life. She can't breathe.
One woman cleans all day, another woman lives on the street.
One woman works all day, trying desperately to make ends meet.
One woman lives in a closed world, and doesn't know she's blind.
One woman does nothing to stay alive.
One woman.
One flower grows in the darkness, another blooms in light.
One never knows which way to go unless he's been there before.
One raindrop doesn't mean a shower, one tear doesn't mean pain.
[I like it, but it needs work.]
