You kind of need to accept the thought
That you've drifted apart
In order to find your way back
And fill your soul with art

You kind of need to accept the feeling
That you've got no idea who you are
That you don't know what you're doing
That you haven't got a clue when you'll be back to "normal"
That you can't see where your path will take you
That you exist - and only you know why
That you never understood how life became so complicated

You kind of need to accept yourself
That includes all the questions you've yet to answer
That includes all the ideas you choose to ponder
That includes all the mistakes you've yet to correct
That includes all the times you loved being imperfect