Beginning
I’m beginning to feel that I can get used to living this way.
Wasn’t given a choice, so it doesn’t matter much what I say.
I wasn’t given a choice in my birth
and I didn’t choose to come to this earth.
But I’m here anyway. I’ll make the most of my stay.
It is funny to me that we have to work so hard to survive.
It’s like getting a car that you have to pay off before you can drive.
What is the point of getting the car?
You don’t even have to walk that far.
The highway runs through the midst
of all the things in life you missed.
We’re so afraid of the world we live in
and we’re afraid where we’ll go if we sin.
What if we’re wrong and this life is all we have, there’s nothing more?
What would you use your time for?
