perspective.   the gray man on the side street asked for some change so he could eat. i said yeah and gave him some. didn’t make me feel good, but it made me feel dumb.   there’s no difference in me and him, except that he’s in the cup and i’m on the rim.   we both don’t know where we’re going. we have no idea or better knowing. is right wrong?  is godly sin? don’t know where we’re going or where we’ve been.   our skin gets warm on a summer day. we both get happy when music plays. we each want friends, sex, and love. i’ve seen him get mad when he is shoved.   his clothes are dirty. his face, bad. he looks like he’s dying. i think he’s glad.   he is just a man, as am i. living for a brief moment in time. where all is lost and there’s only sky.