*Tear*

Things I cannot fully convey. Please smile for me

lyrics

Acoustic Arrange version (man singing)

Chains of Thought

Today was one of those days. When I got home I couldn't stop wanting to cry. Just how many chains from my past must I break to live in the present? When can I stop living in the future plagued by the past? I think too much. I know this, but somehow it's not something I can really stop that easily. It's not thinking that's the problem; it's the way the thoughts build themselves. Mine tend to build themselves in chains. I keep learning, and struggling, and freeing myself of a few at a time; it's getting to be exhausting. Five years is a long time. And I keep tripping over the broken pieces on the floor, like an idiot. Chained, like a beast. There's always another story. There's always another reality. There's always another perception. Just waiting to break open. Just waiting to shatter. So tired.

Why is it?

"Why is this world so painful?"
That is not the right question.
The right question is
"Why is this world so beautiful?"
Even when it's painful?
Even when it's covered in blood and tears?

Why is it?