The letters fall and make words

The words bend in order to meet my thoughts

My thoughts take a shape that is pleasing to me

I form in a way that the world will see me as normal

Normal adapts to the time in which we live

The letters tell the time

We are born with the sole capability to love

But we are taught throughout our lives to hate

We chose or own destinies

Unless there is some truth to fate

We walk here and there

And sometimes we run

We sleep with the moon

And rise with the sun

If certain things are laid out

No matter which path we take

Then you’re going to crash

It doesn’t matter if you push the gas or hit the break

There isn’t much of life that we don’t expect

Except the fact that we can’t expect anything