Sometimes life is not literature.
Sometimes a clock just tells time,
Instead of ticking down to destruction.
Sometimes rain does not fall to make us miserable,
And the sun does not shine for our souls.
Sometimes rainbows are not a prophecy.
Sometimes dreams do not make sense,
And they are not meant to.
Sometimes red does not mean blood or lust or love;
Sometimes a rose is just a rose.
Doves do not always bring peace;
Owls are not wise.
Sometimes a hug is just a hug,
A friend is just a friend,
A word is just a word,
And we have to learn to live with that.