You sit peacefully under a tree,
As colors fill your head's memory.
The way it pushes your heart.
Every beautiful thing slowly burns out to reality
Where you realize how stupid you were or how the world has changed,
Or even how much you'd just want to be free.
You see the sun finally set,
You start to walk along the sidewalk,
Into the west as if headed towards the sun.
Then you wonder how the sun could kill despite that it is admirable.
Like the person who you trusted but to you he destructed.
You arrive home and you're back to being bullied
And you're trapped for which it is unexplainable but very revealing
Blinding to others, piercing through you.
And then at what cost?
To live in this world that abuse solutions and blame it on those who solved it?
To live in a place free, but only for those superior?
Believeing they have the freedom to lock you up?
And where are you?
Down below carrying the pain,
And they say that you do not desserve to be in pain?
Because others feel it?
And that they need more credit?
You can wonder if science or religion is true
Or if philosophy is wisdom or curiousity
But among anything, we can never understand why others don't understand and then suddenly realize it is because we don't understand them either.