Description
Options are endless,
skewing certain lines.
Not one good thing comes,
without taking time.
Influenced by fear,
driven to wonder.
It's best stay simple,
moments will squander.
Each path there’s an end,
steps still trekking on.
They ask, 'How are you?'
You say nothing's wrong.
So much left unseen,
everything you're not.
Bunch of different selves,
this is All You Got.