Formality

A Poem by Kenneth Lopez

Fundamental to our living,
Loving, hating and forgiving
Found essential to our siblings
Nothing, all and at times, giving.
Freedom soon becomes a blessing.
Making us get lost in thinking.
Thinking soon will lead to guessing
Guessing of what we are missing.
Missing what is lost
Soon becomes depressing.
All you're thinking tossed
While flipped until you're stressing.