Hello friend, Are we friends? Yes we are, But what kind of friends are we? The best one, Really? Yes, So, can I trust you? No, you can't, So, can I relay on you? No, you can't, So, how the hell can we be best friends?
I barely recognize myself anymore When I was young I knew what I wanted when I grew up Am I even growing anymore? I feel stuck I can't breathe here anymore I've become too large for this small town How will I get out without the brains or the talent to do it? Am I here for a reason? What is my life supposed to look like? I feel like I've made a wrong turn in the universe My heart is somewhere else and I can't find it It left without saying goodbye Where am I meant to end up? How am I supposed to get there? Why am I going through these things? Do I even matter anymore? Have I done all I can for this world and now am I just waiting for death?
I am the equation of infinite outcome. Why then, do the sum of my actions divide my attention from the equation itself. Either the theory is flawed or the law is wrong. Don't quote this quotient it isn't divisible. It's almost as if this is an inverse operation. The properties aren't proportional to the level of difficulty. The answer is adjacent to one before. The problem is, I always get the same answer.
Isn't weird that while in the process of living, you're also in the process of dying? That as soon you are gifted life you are already marked for death?
Reincarnation? Heaven? Hell? Purgatory? Another dimension? Just a dream? Or is this all on repeat? Just another story being retold over and over We all begin with life and end in death But what we do with the time between the two certainties is what actually counts