A girl once sat alone on a swing
She saw a tiny bee, flying with its wing
Mesmerizing as it is, with its golden rings
She reaches for it ,then starts to sing
But no one knows what happens then
She wakes up to pain
She feels the sting
Piercing its way, through her soft skin
Yet all her conflicts are still locked in
Trapped within
She feels the earth shaking
She feels herself breaking
And only just then, she starts awaking
To teardrops on her forehead , falling like ice
Which makes her realize
That it's the rain , washing her pain
And on the ground she found the bee,..drained
All the conflicts inside her , are now crystal clear
The good inside us, is what we hear
The bad is the part that we always fear
But you can't live with only one
cause without the moon, there is no sun
And along with the agony, comes the fun
This is the life we live in
Everything and its opposite, is what makes it begin
Contradictions and Contraventions , are what gives it its Perfection.
