For I know one thing, without any wealth I would still need to eat.

And if none offered any to me, would I take what I need to live Daily Free?

And if thievery was the only way, would you judge me also for the home that few can afford, the sick family that abused and abandoned me, the disorders that haunt me, the community that oppressed my life’s sways, the bosses eager triggers, a religion that hollowed my soul, the drugs which overtook it, a health system too busy for my body and too uninterested for my mind, or the losses of gain from holding memories of others pain deep inside?

Would I be but a wreck on the street, wondering if any could love me as I tried sedating my existential belly? And when you passed me by, would you see our tattered society and its spiritless goals, and know I’m its reflection seeing though to your well fed soul? Or would you see disgrace and walk easily by?

But always remember:

We are the ghosts of communal spirit,

The excursions of your furthest mind,

And within us we become you, eye to eye,

To be as equals, and feel to be more one.

So yes, do unto us as you wish unto yourself,

To feel through us as your truest inner self,

And see how your shadow mind reveals you.

For we are the freest spirits of these here soulless lands,

And in your mind’s watchful eye is the state of our dance.