There is no right neither is there wrong
Thought and perception flourish in the sea of minds they're among.
Passion can be written Pain can be said Emotions can be put to song
All we experience is momentary and insignificant yet we must play along
From these moments and experience a persona is born
From this persona humanity is weaved some gratified while others forlorn
Who we are, carved from tribulations we are tested and torn
Whether we can stay the same or die and be reborn we've no time to mourn
What did I do? What did you do? What did we do?
Will I be lonely and alone? Or will I be surrounded by my own crew?
Are they really my friends? Are they false or are they true?
What matters and what does not? What will I become? All these asked constantly as we grew
We can't be negative nor can we be positive
We must be properly balanced prepared like a moving locomotive
The world around us moves as we deal with the power of time corrosive
Thus we must act accordingly and deal with them in haste be quiet yet loud weak but strong calm yet impulsive