I'm not on the ground to mourn the world I see around me, cause the intricacy is so perfect from some angles its hard to even cry.
I don't have some great plan to save the world. I'm not as certain that my opinions are correct. I like to listen to people just like I listen to music. Not all the words are remembered, but the tones resonate. I keep my observations at a distance.
I can't tell you what to believe in, but I can always give you something to hold onto, intangible.
It takes patience, to learn to love someone, a friend. Humility, to appreciate people in general. I'm not on earth for its free ride to heaven, I can find its valleys now, not been waiting all this time to lead you to the top of some mountain you've been climbing, and can't always come with you everywhere you go, but I'm happy that you're so happy to be heading somewhere. Some mountains rise at an angle that's hard to justify, but you're going there, because you're coming from somewhere.
There are millions other lives to save, somehow. Meanwhile, I am alive, how can I possibly forget?
I look for the consciousness in your eyes. Whether you are in your black shirt and tie, or in your gym t-shirt, it is no difference. I thought if we wait long enough, we could be somebody to each other. Although in the end, we would still drift away like everything else in life. I'm somewhere else now, you missed me, I missed you too, do you feel like we missed something?
Sometimes it is about the coffee, the movies, or the comfort of home, and the millions of trivialities on the background. It's what gives that familiar color to the bigger picture, without it, just outlines of what we could be now, a frame for our future with a bright palette of ideals.
I feel like I've come some thousand miles, and above it all I have less to say, and more to see. We can see things for ourselves together, maybe you'll see something different, staring at the same thing. All I have are these maybes, and maybe that's good enough?