So the wind flows by, and it runs through your hair
I'm not writing a poem, this is just an illusion of my imagination.
A fragment so close yet its very blurry to see
So random thoughts flow inside my head
What are we here for? Basically the earth has gathered us for something
Is it evolution? A meaningless form of progress from a animal being.
Or maybe something more, maybe life has to offer us something ...
That is precious, something that can not be sold or bought.
Memories. Endless memories of happiness and pain.
It is for those experiences we have to face everyday.
That is what life is for, to make us stronger, to feel those emotions, those roots of attraction.
So you ask me, not all can feel?
Well maybe we are here to help those in need. Life is something so beautiful yet...
A blury picture, an illusion of someones imagination.
A form of art that everyone must protect.
