things can be different
from different point of views.
the same sceneries can be dull
or they can be filled with hues.
the flickering flame can burn
or the flame can be warm.
the water can quench thirst
or the water can bring storm.
we don't have to think alike,
we don't have to be the same.
for some people my words could mean
and for some they could be lame.
I see a world where everyone bleed feelings into everything they do
you might see it as a labyrinth of forgotten people.
if we are not different then, who are we?
