How shall I leave?
To another plane
To possibly be reborn into something new
How should I make this journey?
To carve it as my own
And maybe rise to the top and never stop
How does this world spin?
Does it spin around money?
Maybe love?
Perhaps hate?
We ask questions
Many every single day
Whether or not they are out loud
The answer to every single one of those questions
May be silent
Because change never
Stops
Our minds remain lost
In a forest of wonder
In a unique state
Until one day…
We are found