I wish it all wasn't so broken
All of us and everything
Finding cracks so deep in the most unsuspecting places really makes it seem like we really don't know what were doing
Makes it look like the ones talking to the skies are on to something
Isn't that sane to think so?
Compared to the chaos of existence
I wish I knew you
But doesn't seem that's the thing
Anyone knowing anyone
No matter the time or aging
Always a piece hidden
I wonder if that's what the sky sees? All of us..... All pieces......naked....raw....bleeding
I wish we knew how to build our fates and existence, that we were tradesmen of the universe
A lovely idea to build the wind instead of the sails
We could direct
Not seek but know
I've heard some say well then what would be the meaning of life?
But do you know our meaning now?
Maybe we will see each other
But with no wind paper airplanes won't get far