Do you ever find, That if you do one thing, It costs you something, If you do another thing, It costs you something else, But how do dilemmas start? Which way do you go? How are you ever, Meant to answer them in seconds? And how do you answer them alone? Maybe, We could answer them together. Maybe, There might be an answer, That doesn’t cost anything, That you couldn’t see before. But maybe, You just need to face the music, And start a new chapter, And except there might be costs. But you have to go through the dilemma.
Sometimes, Especially in winter, The sun Likes to trick us, Thinking that it is warm, When it’s actually quite cold.
Sometimes, You just want something, But it is just not there. Sometimes, You want to try something new, But you just can’t. Sometimes, You just can’t get the luck, The luck.
Sometimes, You just can’t reach your dreams, But it will take you somewhere new.
But these are all sometimes ‘sometimes’, And these might not even happen, Or doesn’t happen often, So don’t worry.
Verbal, physical, Hurts all the same. Pain deep down, Given to another. A never-ending cycle, That someone else has to stop. Deliberate, Repeated, Imbalanced, That is the definition of bullying. And now is the time to stop it.
Music; Tunes you can make. Pieces, Notes that make harmony. Instruments, Objects that make sound.
The thing with music, You can sing to it, You can dance to it, You can play it, Or compose it. It can have a funky beat, Or it can be smooth. But music means to me, Instruments making harmony, And the harmony makes the beauty.
Music; Tunes you can make. Pieces, Notes that make harmony. Instruments, Objects that make sound.
A heartbeat pounding, Crashing, turning, Tossing, playing, Never keeping still.
It extends itself to the shore, And then returns to sender, Again and again.
It is mind-controlled, By a distant orb, Always moving it, and never let it cease.
In this unstopping place, Live still thrives. It’s busy and erratic, but playful and strange.
Then there are the humans, Who jump and swim, help and pollute. They floats things on it as well. They act as if they own it, But it really is the Ocean’s.
The weather is getting dreadfuler, The rain, The slashing rain, The wind, The cutting wind, The cold, The unbearable cold, The night, The early darkness. Why is winter so harsh? Why, might I ask, Why?
The snow that everyone loves, Why is it so rare? The cold, white snow, That makes everyone’s day, Why can you never find it often, Why does it never settle and stay when it does? Why? Why? Why?
