[Written around August 2001]
People
I really believe that people are strange
I, being one of them, makes no change
They have a nature so controversial
Their reasons are only known to the doers
Many say people have basic needs
To live, to grow, to survive
But it may seem as if the mind
Does not agree and pays no heed
The miserable boy you see on the street
Would deem Paradise a small piece of meat
The beautiful, rich, teenage daughter
Thinks it's damnation to eat from another's
People may have misinterpreted this,
But I'm not blaming anyone in the least
I just meant to say how the mind is adapter
To everything that, since birth, it capted
This means that the mind does not react
To the former needs that this body should have
It simply makes thoughts perfectly clear
About everything that people see near
T'would seem this process is quite efficient
But there's one thing it leaves deficient
All people are ambitious, everybody knows
But as thoughts expand, ambition also grows
Ambition creates the field to progress
But it also brings problems in the process
So that, by nature, Utopia can't exist
No one can escape problems, no one can resist
No matter how hard people try
They will always try to get up high
It's not bad, it's just so unreal
How the mind always makes itself heel
Of course, it all seems natural
It's what we know, it's factual
But still it doesn't stop surprising me
How animals can be happier than we
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