Butterfly, Despair, and Mozzarella.

I was floating in the sea of hope
With waves gushing into my ears
Deafening me to the screeching crows
Hungry fishes nibbling through my skin
I knew when I 'd open my eyes, 
The sky would have turned from scarlet to blue
Blue, also a colour of despair
For a world that limits the one above between 6 walls of glass
This world is at the mercy of us humans
For it to look colourful and alive
Surviving on its worst and the best day
With nothing more than balls of wheat

Wheat, an ingredient so dynamic
It turns farmers into ‘breadwinners’
Defeat may look like bread without butter
Victory could be pizza on a fancy table
Tomato sauce becomes the weaker sex
Mozarella is the only value addition
Mozzarella, the alcohol for modern world problems
That people share to treat their vices
In a world confused between trees and buildings
Is the boulevard of misguided faiths and dusted empathy
How I wish the greys could be greener
And like a child I could chase butterflies.
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