we come on earth to die.
we follow the rules of humanity–
use your manners, make good grades
get married,
have children–
and we bring up our children
to do the same **** thing.
but who is to say that
this is how we should live?
what if my happiness
is your sense of depression?
or if your anger
is my sense of comic relief?
nobody is right,
but nobody is wrong.
and that's the paradox,
the altering perception,
that we suffer from,
or bloom with,
as life passes us by.