Then broadly condemn my life
For what you think that I am doing
Never once asking the actual reality
Let me help with the puzzle
It might bring you some relief
I know it won't, honesty is a knife
Cuts deep things that are confusing
With you as flexible as an oak tree
That might lead to troubles
But I don't care
I am a composite creation
Made of scars and lessons
Marked by events unfair
You might think I am a fool
You might think to say it
But if I were you I wouldn't dare
“Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak!”
