INSIDE MY MIND WITH ZIL

Not everything is to be analyzed,
Somethings are to be felt;
To be trusted and experienced.
Like an everlasting trail of fragrance,
They leave memories for life;
And remind us of times
When we were once stars.

Not everything is to be sorted,
In the basket of right and wrong;
It is just one big ocean,
With fishes big and small;
Each one is important,
Each one is vital;
For the world to survive,
And make time for us!

Why do we categories?
And differentiate time and again?
Why all the limits and lines?
It just defines our brain.
Everything has a name,
And everything has a place;
In this human world,
You and me are never
Going to be one!