Unusual citizens and their idiosyncrasies

If the sky above your head is frowning, It means it’s time to pack your suitcase And set off for distant lands, To find new sides within yourself, Beyond the limits of the soul, Breaking what we once created. If your favorite cookie is boring And the sandwich fell butter-side down, Then I beg you, take this book, Take another and read, read, read. With words wings grow, With words the soul grows too, With words your life began. Read, create, and speak.