Is it the dog bite - that makes it so I can't hold the strings right - or the blackness that I feel inside - that never sees the daylight - and crushes my volition and ambition to oblivion - and robs me of the presence of the moment that I'm living in - or am I?
Is it the planets that line up to defy my best intentions - or my own misunderstanding of divine intervention - or just coincidence wrapped up with circumstance and luck - sometimes it feels like any - all - or none - or maybe I'm just stuck - who gives a fuck?
So I keep asking - and there's no answer - and there's your answer - so why keep asking?
I miss what once was - that being said - I don't know what's coming 'round the corner - around the bend - this is now and that was then - what's yet to come - is known to none - so don't pretend - to have it all laid out - and planned - you understand - it's out of reach - you cannot teach - what can't be taught - you cannot learn - that which has yet - to arrive
Is it live? - Is it live?
Is it?
Is it - the end of what you know or the beginning of what you will never know?
Is it the end of what you know or the beginning of what you will never know?