You look a little afraid
I can see the doubt written all over your face
You seem a little lost
A bit bent out of shape
Wandering in the dark
Wishing you had a place
Depressed and fostering your lack of vision
Well, we were all there once
On your knees, begging for something to believe
Some kind of answer... But you'll find nothing here
You've searched far and wide
Flipping pages and turning stones
Always looking out at the world
And never in at yourself
You won't find meaning in the earth or the sky
If the eye inward is held blind to the light
Bear with me when I say that life is meaningless...
But that simple fact liberates you
Can't you see this means the slate is clean?
Blank is the canvas. The brush is in your hands.
