Fairness
What is fairness?
The division of time?
Money? Chocolates?
The expenditure of life? Of the discipline of death?
The valleys of experience matched by the constraints of inoppourtunity slowly
creeping, marking the passages of age
by the artificial pallor of beauty.
How is it measured?
By the cup or gram? By handfuls of mindfuls
By counting out the seconds
Or round golden materialism?
Is it an object to be held
Or a moment to be remembered
and judged before comparing
to the other pieces of flaxen fair.
Can it be contained
or is it a spirit
conjured by
conjecture in
substance.
Subjective.
Fair isn't fair - it just is.
