We are not long meant for this world, you and I.
Where happiness is to live, and misery is to die.
Think not of it in these firm terms,
Think not of it and cry.
We weren’t meant to be eternal,
We weren’t meant for forever.
We made made to wonder why.
Our times we are taught to long for.
Our times we are taught to trap.
But dwell long ahead or far behind,
And our minds will fray and snap.
It’s a part of us to wonder,
To try to bridge that gap,
But simply be, and you will find,
The storm calms inside your mind,
And the world, becomes yours, to map.