I once told myself I feel sorry
For all of those who don't get poetry
But then again
Maybe they are the lucky ones
Maybe not everyone needs soft whispers of literature
Or a magical sonnet to forget their sadness
Maybe not everyone is sad
And sees themselves as a metaphor
For feelings exploding in their veins
And maybe not everyone should know poetry
Because that means more people don't need to be reminded how to breathe
With the dreaded poetry
