The sidewalks, today, are too steep to walk upon.
The gravel is too loosely thrown about.
The cars drive way too recklessly.
The clouds, they harbor rain.
The grass, is too green,
The sky, too gray,
Your life, too monotonous,
My life, retarded.
The windows, soiled.
But,
Yeah.
That's life.
We criticize everything,
You want to change everything but can't,
Because,
Who are we to say what is different and what is not?