‘Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none’,
yet little do they know, for some
To love all is too little,
to trust a few too many,
and to wrong to none, impossible.
Because life is like a box of chocolates,
you actually do know what you’re gonna get.
There can only be so many,
and they’re either good or bad.
And because people are like sunsets,
you don’t see their beauty everyday.
Sometimes you do sometimes you don’t,
and sometimes only from across the bay.
And because trust is like the sand,
you have to scoop it grain by grain.
Take too much and you’re left with a hole,
and from there there’s only pain.
And because strength is like the clouds,
you can only take so much.
A matter of time before you’re done,
and break at the slightest touch.
And because time is like the ocean,
you can only hold a little in your hands.
Before waves come crashing down,
and erase all your lofty plans.
And because the present is like a toy,
you get bored of it sooner or later.
So you seek someone to go it with,
and it doesn’t matter if she’s a keeper.
And because true love is like watching an orchestra,
and you looking for just one person,
and thinking that he or she plays the nicest song
just out of all the others.
