It really is what you make of it
Isn’t it?
Some simply see a flower
Hollow as hell in the middle
Others see
Happiness running the core
For me
What will it be?
Compare real life
To the picturesque painting
In front of me
Some like to stay in the shadows
They could be happy too
Rather relieved to be
Out of the spotlight
Dealing with an all too shocking case of stage-fright
Between happiness and sadness
Why always a fight?
Take positivity from everything
And anything
With the birds we must sing
Sad situations
Flip that coin on its head
Put all of our competitive ways
Well and truly to bed
Everything’s relative really
If I take a drink
Do I see it differently
Will colours bloom, the darkness fail to loom?
How then will I think?
It’s all relative really