We are complex creatures wrapped in layers of tissue
Our blood stained heart paints our world
Does it bring us life or pain
Do we flood in water or dance in rain
Does the sunshine highlight our refrain or does it let us blossom to the spirits of our gain
Our eyes capture the beauty or misery of the developing film being played
We can choose to sit back and regain our composition or be brought into the drama again and again
With time not mechanical
We will learn
The love The turning inside our hearts
We are everything and yet nothing
From subconscious the conscious
parts