fabric of sweat

p.base.com laborers

so many equations, so many formulas, different justifications,

contained in one brain, judged by one heart,

24 hours a day, 7  days a week, 365 days a year,

where am I? where are you? where are they?

time runs fast, the marathon seems endless,

infinite necessity, one must give,

~ through the fabric of one’s  sweat.

Created equal?  ~in the same planet, we watch the same sun, we enjoy the same moon, we breathe the centralized air. But at the end of the day; others get to sleep in a soft bed, enjoy gorgeous galore of nutritious food, others don’t.

(The men in the picture are not beggars; they are laborers, exhausted laborers.)

photo credit: p.base.com