Where are you from

Here, there, everywhere

Does it make you less

No, but it doesn't make you best

It's conspiracy to you


But reality to me

Life is suffering

Like a video when it's buffering

Life pauses, but yet the world spins

As pain holds us by its pins

It's not about how its suppose to be

It's what you can make of it

Can a rose rise from the concrete

While millions are stuck in the back seat

How would you know if you never attempted

Seeing life one way

But never knew the other way existed