What is life?
In the grand scheme of things
My heart aches to think that as we live and breathe on this earth
We don’t reciprocate our feelings
We instead bury them within reason upon reason of why you shouldn’t be satisfied.
I love her and you love her
And therefore you can’t love her because I love her
And yes madam, sir, whoever the hell you are
That is silly
Yes I describe your intricate deeply rooted problems as silly
How hard is it to love?
To show some empathy.
And in the end of the day
The world still keeps on spinning
Even if you don’t want it to.
And now tell me
Why were we born?
Why can we breathe?
Why can we speak?
We have the things that we were given.
Wouldn’t it be a shame not to use them?
But trust me when I say that it is a delicate balance.
A delicate balance between to whether to scream or to shout
A balance between to cry or to sob
Why are we so amazing
Why are we so free?
We live on with problems that some consider blessings
My heart aches
Thinking that we hold back our screams and laughter
We hold back our abnormalities
To fit in
We were born with more than 5 senses can handle
We were born with a will of fire that will defy any norm
So why hide it.
Because, frankly no one in here knows left from right and up from down when you truly live
Hands, feet, toes, arms, a heartbeat, a heartbeat so soft that no one can hear if you don’t show it
Why, I don’t believe in a god, not one who judges and lies, but of the idea of a god, who can help keep our heads on straight, when they inevitably role onto the floor
We don’t have time to waste time
And to waste time is wasting your life
So wrap your head around that one and in the meantime while your head rolls away
Look at his smile, and say “damn, aren’t I lucky”
Look at her tears and say “I’m here for you”
And in the meantime breathe a deep, deep breath and think
What am I here for?
Who am I here for?
Then look inwardly, shrug your shoulders and laugh an outrageous laugh and say
“BUT AT LEAST I AM”
We you and I we were all born free.