Shadows and lines
define my sensational day.
"It's a simple way of living life,"
some may possibly say.
Many faces of unknown strangers
roam this bizarre, wicked planet.
Sometimes humanity shows it's true colors,
and in most occasions, I cannot stand it.
Air filters our lungs,
and winds tend to rise.
When things start giving up on us,
we all find out what's really inside.
Personally, when issues get easier,
they just seem so much more complex.
Everyday our lives are labeled as shadows and lines,
simply because it's true, a fact that is at rest.