I always tend to doubt
What everyone seems so certain about
Always tethered to the dirt
Comprised of legs and hands that hurt
And crawling away
I wanted to stay
When the world bears down on me
Will I laugh at its audacity
And be able to comprehend?
When the world bears down on me
Will I laugh at its audacity
And be able to start again, again, again?
It doesn’t make much sense
I’m older but I’m always on the fence
And I, I always seem to doubt
How everyone seems to have it all figured
All figured out