"Real People" 1973: poetry by Michael F. Nyiri

You can't know why you do what you do to people
You weren't meant to 
Just being beautiful and friendly will not take
You through the world

Yet you are what so many strive to be
A real person
With none of these falsities which adorn
all or our friends and people in general.

If I were to travel your landscape of perfection
I would surely find peace

But where would I be without turbulence?

And are you a real person for some
Real person of your own?