Running rivers and flowing clouds,
what is it like to be part of life?
As people could never waste a time,
for what is like if you could hide.
You have seen the beauty green,
heard the birds singing sweet hymns
Where people only talk of love
but for you, love is a 247 job
wish you could show feelings
voice your side to creatures with critical thinking
for one time you could pause and smile
draw a tear in the face of the sky
I wonder what is it like?
if life is as I described.
