No Filter
How do you see the world?
Is it black and white?
Or full of sunshine?
Do you see flowers everywhere?
Or are they just weeds?
Do see it all bad?
Or like there could never be wrong?
To tell you the truth, I really must say,
It's always changing, my perception of things,
When the sky is dark, and the rain pours,
It's like the sky is crying for all the wrong in the world,
When the sunshines, and the birds sing,
It changes my perception of things,
Then there's the days where it's just dark and cloudy,
But every now the sun peaks through to share its light,
And it's then I see the world as it truly is,
Because in those moments they prove a point,
You can't have light without the dark,
Together the storm clouds and the light,
Create a moment, not a fight,
Because whether it's a flower or a weed,
A dandelion is still pretty,
But I would not have none this truth,
If my eyes had not been bare,
And my mind not open,