Sometimes in seeing we don’t always see.

And being we don’t always just be.

We all make mistakes

Life gives but always takes

Freedom is not about just being free

Sometimes it’s about just being me

Sometimes we hide our feelings undercover

When being possessed by our lover

In laughing and crying maybe it’s not best to ask why

We choose to resist

Ignorance is bliss

and sometimes ignorance is this

in seeing but not seeing

in being but not being

life is not a balance but a pendulum swinging

as we try to anticipate our next choice

and given the choice where would we be

when turning our page on our history?