I cannot explain
What can not be understood by you
So explaining nothing at all
Is all I can do
As I sit back and observe
Chaos around me
Picking roses and vines to solely surround me
Feel the wind rush around me
The ground right beneath me
The sun up above me
As its rays come to reach me
Sometimes the best freedom
Is ignoring the whisper
The best tool to fight weakness
Is to be a good listener
Observing the fractures
In the systems of others
Apples to oranges
Cannot be compared
Yet both can rot
Or both can be spared
Both can seed
New life from their center
But there's always just one
Thing to remember
Birds of a feather
They flock together
Only one flock will know the right weather
To fly to a land
Where the life will be better
Those that embrace solutions
Not excuses
Shall fly
Those that can see where to migrate
Know why.
They are left
As the others fall downward
Remembering what they learned
By those they've encountered....