All of us & All of them.

I love everything about you,

And..

I miss everything about you.

You're faraway, so very far,

And..

You appear a shooting star.

You're words spoken from a soft sitar,

But..

You disappear often like a jack tar,

We ain't anything regular,

So..

We don't need anything popular.

We ain't the same but we're similar,

We know..

We don't seem virtuous but we ain't vile either,

They've never understood & they never will,

Because..

They've always lived chained & they always will,

And..

They sing hymns of angels to calm their inner demons,

But in the end..

They, we, you & I, are merely nature & her seasons.