There's no one telling you
Where to go
Or what to do
Or who to be.
Sounds lovely,
Really.
But that's not the full truth
There's always cons.
You can't count on anything
If there aren't any rules.
You can't count on rocks being solid
Or gravity being ever present.
You will never know
What's to happen next
Or after that
Or before you even came here.
No one's given you guidelines
You receive no help
Totally alone
And lost
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:54 AM UTC
There's no one telling you
Where to go
Or what to do
Or who to be.
Sounds lovely,
Really.
But that's not the full truth
There's always cons.
You can't count on anything
If there aren't any rules.
You can't count on rocks being solid
Or gravity being ever present.
You will never know
What's to happen next
Or after that
Or before you even came here.
No one's given you guidelines
You receive no help
Totally alone
And lost
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