Is that why we feel the rains
stronger
When we're upset
Do the trees have conversations with the wind about the nature of life
We're always pointing fingers
Blaming eachother
For our problems
Instead of looking inside
All the buildings and highrises
The wealth the money and technology
Blinding us
Stealing our lenses
Replacing our views with creeds
And wants
I don't try to fit into anyone's box
Anymore
If I don't fits I don't sits
And quite honestly
I'm ok with that