Ill one, looking for a cure,
stop looking and be pure.

Sick one, losing to be sure,
is there nothing you endure,
nothing you can stand,
are you that pathetic,
unable to land

You've misplaced the origins,
failed to admit, failed to get rid
of your insecurities
yet now you're knowing
of the ways you could be going.

The questions always come down to one thing
and the answer is bound to sting
your behind.
Keep your mind
on starlight
and every possible predicted future
will turn out right.