Or is it just your thinking that makes it so?
Life becomes an itch, if things aren’t within reach
Innocent as a child you were, you hurriedly wish to be here
Now that you’re here, uncertainties are nothing but fear
And giving up is sometimes very near, gratefully your morale is clear or else you’re no longer here
But wonder if you must, why not give it a trust: Things could go wrong, but surely you can set your mind not to go along
Shortcomings and disappointments are surely tagging along, but right from the start, life was already beautiful when you were just following your heart.