I know how it works, but I don't know why.
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
In an ideal world, in an ideal world.. That's all anyone has to say.
What you don't get is that ideal is subjective too.
The more I understand, the less I know.
"Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, sometimes."
Sometimes.
We itch and we burn and no one cares.
Maybe that's all there is to it.
That and the sky caught in the trees.
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"Sometimes we can choose the path we follow. Sometimes our choices are made for us. And sometimes we have no choice at all."
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
In an ideal world, in an ideal world.. That's all anyone has to say.
What you don't get is that ideal is subjective too.
The more I understand, the less I know.
"Not knowing everything is all that makes it okay, sometimes."
Sometimes.
We itch and we burn and no one cares.
Maybe that's all there is to it.
That and the sky caught in the trees.
We're lost in this forest.
And it won't stop burning.
How long will we wait for the rain?.
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