Sometimes it feels like i'm alive even though I died.
It is as if I cried even though my eyes have dried.
Are things this complex or are they so simple?
No matter how much I tried my efforts seem to amount to that of a pimple.
How would I know if i'm caught in endless repetition?
If I were to find a way to escape would it be a form of sedition?
I am full of knowledge yet I know nothing.
Am I meant to believe life is always supposed to be difficult and full of suffering?
That is just a sentiment I refuse to buy.
Now watch me sprout my wings so I may fly.
