Isn't actually a surprise, or worrisome thing.
I know certain things aren't meant to be understood
And to actually know isn't everything.
All I want is to go from experience to experience
Being honest and open.
That might not happen, and I might fall
But I won't make or break my life by hoping.
It is absurd to assume what life should be
It doesn't come from you and not from me.
“Once there was a crow, it flew from the field to the hill, from hedge to hedge, and lived its life. Then it died and rotted away. -What's the sense in it? There just ISN'T any!”
