Some say the tempo of life is the beating of the heart.
But there are people who have no heart.
Some say the beat of life is the metamorphosis of the thoughts
But there are people who do not think.
Some say time is like a river
It flows constantly and never stops.
Some say joy is like a fountain
It shoots up and sprays all within range.
Some say music is the color of life
Vividly colors mashing together to be a kaleidoscope.
Some say colors are like ribbons tied together
One links to another, trust to fear, peace to anger, love to hate.
Some say love is complicated
An object not in the middle of the maze.
Some say love is simple and carefree
A bus ride together.
Some say it's not what you achieve in life
But who you helped to achieve.
Some say it's not about the number of people at your birthday
It's how many there are at your funeral.
