Humans compare themselves to the silliest things
They range from flowers to the middle of the sea
Maybe we are too focused on the things that we will never be
These images are just covers for the horrors
The things ahead of us and the thoughts that torture us
Maybe if we could all become realists
And stop comparing our minds to flowers
We would grow instead of wilt
And our minds would never lack power
Maybe if we could focus our minds
And stop comparing our feelings to oceans
Then our stomachs would settle instead of tumble
And the skies in our eyes would never rumble
It seems that this society has morphed these actions into something callled human nature
Of course these are one of the faults that we must cater to later
So let your mind wilt and let your eyes storm
I feel that this road to recovery will soon be come similar to a shoe
Old and worn
/k.p./
