lazily our lives meander
between highs and lows.

sometimes it hastens,
sometimes it slows.

sometimes you're stuck
sometimes it flows.

the meaning of it all,
no one knows.

the same paint is used for
painting mountains and water.

the same air is breathed by
the sage and the villain.

the same languages are used to
declare war and to express love.

the same, but not the same
and not different.