What has changed?
We are the hunters hunting to eat,
Not with claws slashing the meat,
Not with leaves beneath our feet,
But with words amicable and sweet,
In concrete jungles or on the street,
Gambling in a tangible trick or treat.
What's in a name?
We have heard the same tale before,
Once as a recital in the old folklore,
Read it as a blurb at the bookstore,
Only once does it appeal to us more,
When we see it as our life's metaphor,
Learn from it some lessons encore.
Joys and sorrows?
Is it a joy to travel around? Ask the chauffeur.
Do you dream to be loved? Ah! The poor star.
Is it a disgrace to be begging? There's the lover.
Do you regret doing a job? That homeless beggar.
What's everyone's joy? What's their sorrow?
What I love today, I might hate tomorrow.