People are strange

People are different

People are stupid

People at times wanna play cupid

People are boring

People are crazy

People are fanatic

People are ecstatic

People are weird

People are unique

People are hypocrites

Some die for the reality

People can be difficult

People can be unbearable

But in the sea of population

Where everyone is running in the rat race

Where there is not a real memory to trace

Where illusion is the new clarity

Where old school traditions are forgotten

There are still people out there who understand

The ones with whom equations are simpler

The ones who know what is 2+2

The ones with whom you can just breathe

The ones who are a little annoying

The ones you can talk for hours

The ones who so similar like you but still very different

The ones who can be a mystery but still crystal clear

The ones who are there for you,

The ones which are known as your Friends.