Venture #2 | Little

Did someone cause you pain and strife?
Retained on your fascade: the scars of life.

Do you hurt with all your lines?
You've been mounted, carved and pierced with time.

For each scar that you now bear,
where did they come from, can you tell me where?

I want to know if you feel like me
Standing tall for the world to see

On display, yet no one cares
to visit you in your despair.

What do you do in times like these?
You have no voice, or knees like me.

But then again I don't know
what is inside, what you don't show.

You let me sit inside your home
no complaining, not a single moan.

And it's with the same respect I'd give
a chance for you to observe where I live.

But once your sight is through my eyes
you will know how closely we live our lives.

Wanting scant, but giving spare
just hoping for the world to care.

And maybe by example we can try
show that nature isn't that different from mankind.