When you let go.
You will find your place in this universe, finally.
When you let go.
You will find your place inside you, hopefully.
When you let go of love.
It gets harder to hate each passing day.
When you let go of your battles.
You will find love in those battles, hopefully.
When you let go of yourself.
You will lose yourself in this world.
When you lose yourself in this world.
You will be found in this universe.
The loneliest universe of the gods.
A universe controlled by secret songs singing the soundtracks of our lives.
Laughing at every planet and pattern they create.
When they created you, they created you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are you.
You are the only you in this universe.
You are the only I in this universe.
What a lonely existence this is sometimes.