Concern

There are very few people
Whose love I value and nurture
And there are many
I really don't care about
They criticize me for what I didn't do
Or prize me for what I do not deserve
But there are some,
Though not too many,
With regard to whom
I will be very concerned
If one day,
Heaven Forbids,
They will stop hating me.

The Norm

Confusion, ambiguity

Uncertainty, fear,

Lack of clarity, borders,
Or any sense of stability,

Frustration, and anger,
Misunderstandings, and conflicts,

More anger, more fear

Theft, and betrayal,
Gossip and blame - 

All these are normal,
Inseparable parts of the daily life fabric.

Consensus, agreement,
Cooperation, or, Heaven forbids,

Some clarity, certainty,
Or minimal sense of security,

Happiness or bit of serenity,

They all are exceptions,
Most likely illusions.

Stop wetting your pants from the fear
Or drinking yourself to the death
All this shit around is real
And all your dreams are merely dreams.

But only those who were
Stupid enough to stick with their dream

And to make, to finally make that fucking last mile
Only these naive idiots did manage
To turn something worthy
Out of their lives.

Nobody will last forever
Go and die with honor.