There is no right, neither is there wrong.
Thought and perception flourish in the sea of minds they're among.
Passion can be written, Pain can be said, Emotions can be put to song.
All we experience is momentary and insignificant, yet we must play along.
From these moments and experience, a persona is born.
From this persona, humanity is weaved, some gratified while others forlorn.
Who we are, carved from tribulations, we are tested and torn.
Whether we can stay the same or die and be reborn, we've no time to mourn.
What did I do? What did you do? What did we do?
Will I be lonely and alone? Or will I be surrounded by my own crew?
Are they really my friends? Are they false or are they true?
What matters and what does not? What will I become? All these asked constantly as we grew.
We can't be negative, nor can we be positive.
We must be properly balanced, prepared, like a moving locomotive.
The world around us moves as we deal with the power of time, corrosive.
Thus, we must act accordingly and deal with them in haste, be quiet yet loud, weak but strong, calm yet impulsive.