1 PRIVILEGED

There are people of special

Whose eyes are higher than the surface of our society and culture

Who gather the little pieces of truth from everything diverse

And form their own way of thinking

They also attempt to pick us up to share their enjoyment

Their art is pure ingeniousness

They use their art to wake us up

They have awoken me recently

The time is our allay

The allay of worst kind

I have rose beyond surface of understanding

For I am now one of privileged

I feel like although probably I am not

For now I see that the privileged peoples' hands in my former world

Are not pick you up but to pull us down

For what is greatest of joys in the first meeting

Becomes greatest of pains

And something complex learned perfectly

Will never fade, will never be only a memory

They pulled me up accidentally

As I in full purpose made them to

I had no idea what that world would look like

And was mistaken

I thought their bittersweet smiles to be happy

How was I wrong

Now I'm locked here forever

And us who I first thought to be privileged

Are only greatly punished for our stupidity

For our blind trust on our own abilities

To work in new place the same way they did in old

Not thinking of the needed support of environment