Wisest words I have ever heard
were spoken in silence, or read between the lines
What if I make myself like that?
Invisible without, but unfolding from within
Seems alike thunder at night
and the crooked path of a lightning strike
And I’m free enough to be lost
I’m free enough to be lost
I’m free enough to be lost
I’m free enough to be lost
Water goes where it needs to be
It is not a question of why, or of whatever it desires
What if I make myself like that?
And just witness the horizon, unbridled and alive
Not unlike thunder at night
and the forking path of a lightning strike
And I’m free enough to be lost
I’m free enough to be lost
And I’m free enough to be lost
I’m free enough to be lost
Sometimes this, sometimes that
Sometimes good and sometimes bad
Sometimes right, sometimes not
Sometimes there’s no way to know at all
And I’m free enough to be lost
