We realized that life,

Isn't always bad,

But that if it was perfect,

We would not be here.

If the skies always stayed the same,

And no one was different.

If we felt no fear or hatred or love,

But nothing at all.

If people did not cry,

Would they neither laugh?

On rainy days,

Or sad days.

Where silences,

Have nothing left to say.

Where we hide from the people we love,

So that we would not feel obligated to stay.

What if all of that,

Could just change?