I wander and I wonder

Time is the opposite of falling in love

when it's good it flys by

when it's not it just stops

 

Love is the opposite of feeling something

fire burns like passion

fire burns the skin

 

Art is the opposite of destruction

creation is a master

creation is a slave

 

and all words can be explained by their opposition

all people stereotyped by their beliefs

all creatures judged by there type

we all share the joy, we all share the grief

everything is one and yet oh so distinct