Blind men

The theory of life is a complicated one,
Where we are all like lost sheep in a storm,
The lucky of us find a safe place to hide,
And the strongest survive the storm.
But we all seem to forget,
That bad weather never weathers away.
Like some unborn creatures we wrap
Ourselves in our little cocoons,
So not to get exposed as prey, but only butterflies can taste and smell
the air and flowers.
The theory is not the storm, it never was.
We must learn to survive,
Considering what we are living for.
We can't always hope to be the lucky sheep,
And none of us alone can ever survive the storm.
Survival is like having trees without any Co2
, Alone it isn't even half a life.
The storm is our destiny, survival the theory; love is what we sow and
life what we reap.