It was never proven that time heals all wounds,
why is it the worst of our memories that return flooding equivalent to a monsoon.
Are we destined to believe the failures that time's consumed,
The naysayers that can only say what's heard even when they're lied to.
At some point I think we all think, that we don't know what we're thinking,
Specially those who never learned that there's a disease of limited understandings
The endeavors which plays in our mind are astounding,
But some sink into the sea of ignorance until they're drowning.
Or subjected to humiliation because of genetic imperfections,
Our goals and dreams can only come with at the cost of lessons.
In the heat of wanting to feel needed can be depression, The idle of knowing you don't know makes free thinking suppressive.
Yet living off per diem I think I choose the lesser.
It's the moment that count when both parties feel respected.
Jealousy and hatred can come from ideas dawned unexpected.
Vulnerable states of mind leaves you blind to all that's in your presence.
