We look at the world coldly. We complain that people are moldy. We move towards thinking we are better, but unfortunately its not even our sweater. The words that bind, can become unkind. The way we feel, can hurt others zeal. In times of pain, we only play games. We have to understand the other, because earth is all of our mother. Together in our mind, together in the time. Once we look at what we can do, once we understand that we can share half our food. We can make the world better, we can even do it in a letter. So make time for the rest, and through that you can become the best.