For Whom

So here we go, you and I, all of us, believe in a worthy of life, worthy of love.

We were born into this world, projected to be impeccable living things,
but we all know, one that lived long enough can still be so naïve.
How one can be very prejudice, dishonest, materialist, deceitfulness,
with his and her corrupted mind and soul, with agendas.

Yet here we go again, you and I,
still believe in the hopes that we have embedded,
under our very own skins, for ourselves,
little known for others.

But have we seen enough?
And how much is enough?
Is this enough?
Or do we need more?

We may question ourselves, are we what we are?

Yet we still believe in our hopes.