he twisted the assumption and
didn't think about illogic.
All people are kind therefore we are
all kind of people,
but this is false since not all people are kind
nor are kind people therefore...
Something is wrong in the hills
where the trees die,
when butterfly wings flap in
a cold wind like defunct flags
if clowns smile promises.
You don't laugh like you used to
and grass seems paler,
streets are filled with suits and skirts
but you don't wear them.
You're not there,
a wisp flowing down tram tracks,
a taste of
cold logic hard love.