Life is not a book
The more I look
The more it looks like a conversation
In searching for an answer
One must concentrate on
Asking the right questions
Why am I who I am?
What about you can make me different?
When I’m closed off in my brain and cannot see
My perspectives are changed through the eyes of good company
Trying hard to change
When the past has disappeared, revealing what remains
Because water will drain through an open hand
All that time reflecting instead of making plans
Life is not a book
The more I look
The more it looks like a conversation
In searching for an answer
One must concentrate on
Asking the right questions
Why am I who I am?
What about you can make me different?
When I’m closed off in my brain and cannot see
My perspectives are changed through the eyes of good company
Can we ever really change?
Or does the past just disappear, like it did in this case
No more water in the way of a universal lens
No longer distorting the future in our hands