Butterfly Effect

If life where a movie
It would have been a comedy
Nowadays plain static
In the future, a satire hopefully

Life may seem unbalanced
As if being held by a thumb,
Happiness coming and going
My friend, it is only beckoning what is to come

Look at the sky, for it is so bright
Enjoy the small details around you
Why always paint in black
When you can simply enjoy the view?

You will find there is an intent
With hope pulsing through your veins
If you only left these minorities behind
A sense of purpose will be all that remains

As for me
Not always I found it easy to cope
But in the end I just want to be glad
I am truly thankful for this life I have
Really, all the birds and the bees...
Everything