It's to the point that I don't know,
the good from bad,
or the bad from good.
It's like it's mushed,
and squished,
and meshed together
as one.
When there is a general difference,
but it feels all the same
is there truly a difference
in the difference of name?
It's to the point that
everything is a mess;
the thoughts,
the impulses,
living,
breathing,
it's all entirely complicated as a whole.
And what does one do
in order to
get through it all?
I don't know,
you tell me,
or I tell you,
It's for both of us to decide.
That's when it all starts from the Unknown.
We learn to grow,
And grow to learn,
But what's the point when all we do is get through life,
Get through tough times,
Laugh a bit and bust rhymes.
It's not too simple as you think,
You live,
You breathe,
You cry,
To the point you want to die.
Unless it's like that all the time.
So how does it work in total?
What do we have to do to get through it all?
Because I give up
The bottom is all I've found.
I need you to point me in a direction that goes up.
Not the long way down.
