Ever wondered, why the sky isn't green?
The fresh and leafy shades,
Why not question what we see?
The surreal question always raids.
Ever thought, if clouds could be friends?
The ones you see all days,
The real may leave as they like,
But these ones only hide in sunrays.
'Can you observe?' When I ask,
I don't mean, 'can you see?'
Of course the both are miles apart,
Only an Observer would agree.
Why do we see black and white?
Why do we ask yes or no?
They are a billion paths between two roads,
When will we grow?
Good or bad? Isn't a fair option,
Better or worse? Is,
Perspective, a single dot seen from many dimensions,
But we stand what we please.
Has anyone asked if the sun is wrong?
The dictator around whom all revolve,
We learn, we accept, as simple as that,
The many wars this mindset would solve.
Ever thought, why fishes don't fly?
How dare they? They are a disgrace!
We expect them to see from our aspect,
But there's only one runner per track in a race.
Why does the sun not stop shining,
When the clouds take over the sky?
Maybe a half moon is better than new moon it believes,
Or it's too happy to notice, that is why!
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