A creative picture, a funny remark,
Something familiar, and something brand new.
It’s pretty like a postcard.
And you are one of the lucky few.
One of the people receiving this card,
Filled with joy and interesting facts.
But at the same time forced.
A social construct that will last.
It often doesn’t matter what is on the back.
The front tells what people want to say.
The words written by pen are just fillers.
Or shallow things no one cares about anyway.
People often find me pleasant as a postcard
As a kind greeting at a safe distance.
And they might search for the back,
Lovers, family members, even friends.
I’d love to help out, but you see, I can’t.
I am not sure what I can offer you,
Not sure if the picture on the front is real,
Not sure if my feelings about it are true.