• So many questions, run through my mind,
    More than afraid of what answers I'll find.
    The line that divides, pleasure and pain,
    Isn't as simple as sunshine and rain.

    Those who love dancing and jumping in puddles,
    May seem obscene, to those blighted with troubles.
    To anyone observant enough to percieve,
    The objective is nothing, when asked to retrieve.

    In more than one way, things may seem quite odd,
    It's not in my nature, to poke and to prod.
    The things that you keep inside eat away,
    At the psyche of those whose skies are so grey.

    There's only one reason, for the things I won't do,
    Mainly because the significant few,
    That I hold to the path that I believe is so true,
    Moral and ethic composition is due.

    While you stare at the sun, I gaze at the clouds,
    They block out the gleam in your eyes as allowed,
    It's not as if they had intended for this,
    The glistening dew is a perk from the mist.