There was a field in my old town...
After they created the words, people forget that they can talk better with body. With hands. With eyes.
After they created the world, people forget that everyone can make their own world, inside it. A place for you to live and your place to share...
After they created the reasons, people forget that not everything in the world needs a reason to exist. Some things are simply there. Born like that. And even if you try to explain, it's unchangeable...and even without an apparent reason, it's still there. Carved. Inside.
After they created the umbrellas, people forget that sometimes it's good to be under a rain.
And after they created the guns, people forget... that daggers can fly even far away.
After they created the world, people forget that everyone can make their own world, inside it. A place for you to live and your place to share...
After they created the reasons, people forget that not everything in the world needs a reason to exist. Some things are simply there. Born like that. And even if you try to explain, it's unchangeable...and even without an apparent reason, it's still there. Carved. Inside.
After they created the umbrellas, people forget that sometimes it's good to be under a rain.
And after they created the guns, people forget... that daggers can fly even far away.