"What's wrong with these flowers?"
they aren't any more divine,
"Why does the rain stinks of feces?"
it should be pouring the old wine.
"Is it warm or cold or maybe both?"
I just cannot decide" what is fine?"

these mood swings of yours
are like a roller coaster  ride
you might feel the vibes
and judge with the strides
but I can't help loving those
no matter how hard I tried.