Some people say that
There are two sides to a story.
In reality, there are more.
We never stop to think about bystanders.
I'm not talking about the people
Wandering the streets;
I'm talking
About the walls surrounding us,
The trees sighing in the wind,
Carrying our voices
And our thoughts
Somewhere further,
Deeper down the abyss.
We are just a breath of air
In the atmosphere of Earth.
Try looking at things
From another perspective.
