Uncommon

Uncommon is the way the flowers bloom every spring

Uncommon is how chaos slowly comes into the ring;

Uncommon is the speedy flowing of our precious time

Uncommon is how our thoughts gather in a simple rhyme;

Uncommon is the uncertainty of everything around us,

And even how every single little action eventually matters,

All the chapters are somehow linked by something uncommon

In the end, you and I, are becoming this world’s best artsmen.