If I had the gut to cut everything crazy about me, I would
But I just don't...
Cause it is the only real thing left,
So I rather stay on this, crazily me.
I wish I could just fit somewhere, somehow
I probably wouldn't have this thoughts,
this whies, this whoes, this whats,
Why Am I ambitious about life?
Who am I that not accept the Be of me?
What is the meaning of this?
Crazily me I go
Trying to understand what is understood and not revealed..
the only thing left.