Love
We all go our own special way
some through the jungle
some through the rain
through streets, turning corners
through woods and through seas
through hot cups of coffee and green and black teas
we all find our lullabies in different tunes
in cars rushing by, in the silence of dunes
in monotonous breaths of a child late at night
or our favourite song at the breaking of light
what makes your this is it
doesn’t have to make mine
what makes me lose my head
can just make you feel fine
and my happy is not what I want you to feel
what I need is for you to acknowledge it’s real
that we all find our purpose in different words
whether it is in lyrics, drama or prose
it could be in the first words your child ever speaks
it could be in the whispers and the mumbling of trees
doesn’t matter — we all move on different paths
we don’t have to share feelings and thoughts that are cast
we can find our resemblance in a million of truths
there’s no mindset to win and no mindset to lose
we all go our own special way
yes, this sounds pretentious,
but what makes it okay is when you just accept
that not all have to live like you do; that’s enough
we so often forget that we share such a miracle —
love
