HOW QUEER IS LIFE

the problems that often confuse us , are mostly pyschogenic

How queer is life
How weird can it be?
The fault is never your own, but naïve
Still you face it with all, fee

The river never wants the stone
It always hinders its path
Ruin its beauty and heart
Only to make it less hone

The grass never asks for the weeds
The mountain for its beasts
But they live amidst the hindrance
To fight, to conquer and never bend

What is left of the problem
Still comes back strong to haunt us
Some chose to live it, some choose to hum
And leave us all muss….