A LETTER TO THE WORD
DEAR WORLD
I don’t know if this should be a formal or an informal letter, because sometimes, I feel like we are close and later on you treat me like a total stranger, but let’s make this straight.
You’re not perfect but you’re not that bad
My hands have carried you like a mother would carry her child, I have found out that you’re not so different from the earth,
I bought you a present
but I exchanged it for my happiness.
You haven’t cared about us, you keep lazy feet and spend all your day at the tavern, while we sit in traffic for a living.
This letter is to tell you to pick up your weary feet and grow up for the days are tired of endless immaturity.
YOURS SINCERELY
MARCUS JNR.