Why do we think the way we think?
And grasp at air when we speak,
Why do our pains grow while we wipe our tears to hide our fears?
And hearts are cold but there’s no snow,
Are we our thoughts, square one?
Why do we speak and cause hate throwing blows at ghosts in the dark?
Why do our feelings change about the same people, because the world dictates?
We while remaining unsure,
We live happily in a peaceles s world,
But we aren’t happy,
We sail swords of caution not uttering from our soul’s mouth,
The world says we are what we think, say and do,
But we only think, say or do if we fear, love, hate, judge,
We are our feelings and desires.
We are all beautiful creatures.