Unlike the Changeable Seasons...

One wish is all that is required to be simply commiting oneself to that dream so unreachable by hands, that leave streaks of hope on someone's face so improvised by time; we can make our fates and wait, but others are followed by impredictable luck... that they conjure a oath, so obdurate, to obliterate crime! Unlike the changeable seasons, the human heart turns its attention to easy and obtainable things: being so unremorseful and oblivious... lurking where dangers lie; knowledge seems a primitive belief, unhesitantly swallowed by an unperspicacious pessimism... to justify their criticism, enough to throw foolisness into action... when their pique should die! They should see generosity as an act of kindness and dignity, not a demonstration of weakness; martyrs, saints and ordinary people felt love and openly showed it... can they follow in their holy footsteps? Unlike the changeable seasons, every intricate landscape takes on its own diverse shape, obeying a law so orderly; we human beings premidate a future without a plan, and vainly glorifying ourselves... ingnoring any premonition! We turn ourselves into a deity, thinking to be so invincible... defying,crushing everyone and everything...to reach, without sweat or obstacles, an unearned reward which can be so horribly futile!