Funcusions.

Because even thunderous rain has its own beauty
A stain on the wall is sometimes art
A tuneless hum just fits the moment
Where the perfect song just lacks the heart

A mad man’s gibberish can be pure poetry
The middle of summer can be deathly cold
The cruellest taunt really the kindest mercy
Turning twenty-one can feel so old

Sometimes you just need to look at it from another angle
You won’t make it out to sea, till you’ve fought the tide
For what is unusual is not always wrong
Just as what is conventional is not always right