Fatamorgana

For them who are blind, have a vision to see many kind of colors, kind of shapes, is too much to ask.
For them who are deaf, to go to a concert with sort of friends enjoying the beat of music, is too much to ask.
For them who are poor, sitting in the car listening itouch then daydreamin, is too much to ask. They didn't even ate last night.
For them who are homeless, fluffy blanket soft mattress comfy pillow, is too much to ask.
For them who are popular, walking in the park buying ice cream without any paparazzi noticing them, is too much to ask.
For them who are just broke up, smoothly turning the lover into friend, is sometimes too much to ask. Thing isn't as simple as that.
For them who are motherless, to see her watching tv while they're busy with their phone, is too much to ask. Even to hear her voice calling their name. Or messaging her for their come-home-late tonight.
For them who are fatherless, waiting him come bring them some supper for the hungry belly, is too much to ask. Even to see his wrinkles, knowing that he's getting older.

But here's a thing, there's nothing too much to give.
Cause everything you thought you're already have, that's not yours.
You genuinely own nothing, sweetie.