Air.

I know that I’m unfair
and more often than not, I’d would blow it all up in the air
but life was never told to be fair
this coexistence was always rare
and It’s not just so, that I don’t care
but as it now, I can not bare
how it’s turned in to some wicked dare
where no one’s willing to share
what is really there, inside
instead we fight for pride
waiting for what was to revive
as if hopes and dreams are enough to thrive.