Life is not like a museum

You cannot expect people to enter a room and not touch a thing

Exchange or interchange? or ex in inter by the molecules of change

Let go and fall down to the bottom of your garden

Catch untouchable and smile

Take a time and leave the space

Open and with doubts

Wish that world is a better place

Where all is pure and all is one

And then by chance while stepping down

Look up to sky and see the clash

Melt your wings and fly to cry