• There is no simplicity in reason,
    There is no method to madness,
    There is only the changing of the seasons,
    And the bitter taste of sadness.

    There is no wrong or right,
    That is perception of reality,
    There is only darkness and light,
    In all their actuality.

    The bird may not be early,
    To him he might be late,
    One may seem surly,
    But are happy at their rate.

    Nothing is as it seems,
    You have to take, you have to give,
    There is no cause to be mean,
    Just live and let live