Music is magnificent,
yet so is a sunset.
Running is special to me,
but so are my friends. 
Whose to say
what is important to me?
Whose to say 
that I'm in love with a single object?
I say 
that I am in love with many things.
I say 
there are many things to love.
Like the way a blue bird sings at sunrise.
Like the way a small trickling stream
can turn into a roaring waterfall over the years. 
Like the way a small seed
can turn into a giant green foliage. 
Like Life-
Whose to say 
I'm not in love with Life itself?
Cause I am.

I want the exposure, the patience, the actuality of
Life and the aggregate experience.
But whose to say
it's just as simple as it sounds.
Cause it isn't.
Like the way a blue bird sings at sunrise.
What is it singing for?
Like the way a small stream
turns into a waterfall over the years.
What is it falling for?
Like the way a small seed
turns into a green foliage.
Just to be chopped down again?
Just to be replaced?
Like Life...
Whose to say about Life?
You sing for it all.
You fall for it all.
You get cut down, replaced by it... most.
And Whose to say
How much of it will change you?!
Whose to say
That it's not all worth it?
You travel, collapse down, only to report back up again.
Whose to say
about being in love with a single object?
Whose to say 
about being in love with life itself-

Cause I am!