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