Seen The Same Poem by casey buckler

Some things are not
always seen the same
Same color, spark, visuals and frame
but these same things are not seen the same
What can be violent in nature
may be calm or tame
What can be dusty or dirty
is also a picture of pain

Is there only sun in shine?
Is there only water in rain?

Must there only ever be another way
to say the exact same thing?
Maybe a way to find a way to find
something you have not the heart to say?
There has got to be something inside
to know when you've gone astray
It will never feel the same
as it did the day it all just went away.