Thinker

I wonder why I think so much Every car is just an ant scurrying through my vision So helplessly small against humans We are yet some of the smallest creatures to exist A streetlight flashes by like a fish fleeing its predator Always running to no great end Paintings are a freedom for joy or sadness is ones own choice Waterfalls are the torrent of emotions reeling inside every teenagers mind Everyone expects certain things from us but we are only human Songs are a lyrical version of what most dare not speak aloud Silence is golden and that is true Laughter is joy pouring out of our mouths in sound