People call us weird… for loving life?
Or for seeing through the bullshit?
And ’cause a simple sunset melts our hearts?
Maybe for finding beauty, where you see drab?
If you were to express your feelings in a poem,
or whistle a tune, invented on the spot,
just for the heck of it, or to show you’re glad,
would that mean that you were mad?
Did you ever dream of anonymous faces,
transformed by a smile, just for a while…
and of the anonymous becoming friends?
Perhaps it takes art for wars to end!