If following dreams is just the way I love
Couldn’t I fly free as white artless dove?
Ain’t the world full of absurdity anyway?
So eh why not justI being the same way?
It often seems nothing goes as it should
Yet it all flows, we just misunderstood
Life is making it all somehow beautiful
It turns the black & white into colourful
I would not pick up being wise over fool
Since love anyways is as my forever tool