The Blackest Night Might Be The Brightest
Everything is not what it seems
Never look back and follow your dreams
How can you be free like the birds you love
when even they, are prisoners of the skies above?
How can you run fast like the wind at all,
when the wind itself collapses on the walls?
A full moon madness on this dark eternal night
Even though its shining, still doesn't feel right
How can death not be the end but only a transition
when transition itself is part of our everyday lives,
and life and death are opposites by definition?
How can you tell if black is a color or the absence of sight
when a human eye can see beauty in the darnkest of nights?
The world as we know it might seem different to each
but given the time it needs might hold secrets to teach
Open your eyes to what you couldn't see
what you thought was real is far from reality
What your ears might percieve as unrational apathy
to others might hold an enlightening melody
'Life in pink' as the french said, doesn't exist,
but what is pink anyway and who claimed it to be bliss...