Those wood covered walls, water damaged floors, torn up carpets
hold memories.
That candy wrapper, that's been there for three years,
The office where deep conversations where held early into the morning
The old birch tree which friends and family gathered around
The hill on which children sleigh, speeding down almost to the road

Smoke fills the air with the roaring fireplace,
day in, day out.
until the departure day
the smoke clears, the memories are pushed aside
Bustling, Hustling to rush out

Rushing too fast to enjoy the last moments,
*moments you can never get back.

It's okay, not to be okay

Learning this phrase, not to long ago,
has given me a false sense of reality.

It is? Oh, Is this what this feeling is?

Never noticed, never classified,
moved on, and pushed aside.

I guess I'm not okay*

Now I know, and Now I can say
Rather than pushing my thoughts away.

I feel like someone just kicked me in the head and everything suddenly
shifted into place while I laid on the floor, stunned

I realized that not one single person on Earth
has any idea what they're doing

Oh, we get used to things
we memorize our facts
we unlock our doors, pay our bills
some of us write laws, some of us save lives
but not one of us is in control
not one of us really knows what we're doing

There's no adult left to tell you what to do
They have just as few answers as you
And even when you reach that hidden line
Nothing changes, you're still a clueless child fumbling with made-up things
and dreams, just with more responsibility
and more consequences

so many more
a web of lives tangled in your sleepy fingers

I don't understand how the whole world isn't huddled together in fear
Not one of us knows anything
But at least all together we could try to learn
we could find puzzle pieces, we could question the stars
we should help each other
instead of feeding our egos
Pretending we already know it all.

Felt the desire to hug someone,
and send your love so far,
but know deep down
*you may never get the chance to?