It's getting difficult day by day To cope up with this species Even though I am one of them I still don't want to be the one I feel like being the dust or a blue whale... Rather than being a human.
The reality is lost under the masks Masks that cover evil smiles Smiles that can break you... into millions and millions of pieces.
The blue whale sat in a cornor of the ocean As she had seen centuries change Everyone came...evolved....and then withered away But she was still there... Her daughters were bigger than her She couldn't believe her tiny whalies had become responsible mother whales...just like her. Did her mother feel the same way? As she saw centuries change...as she saw her grow As she saw her playing and singing songs across the ocean. Did she feel the same? The blue whale missed her mother As I heard her singing supermarket flowers sitting in my boat...counting stars.
My teacher told me a story once, The story of two wolves Within each of us resides two wolves, Always fighting. One all things good And the other all things bad So I asked who wins She replied The one you care to feed.