Coming home to an empty house isn't welcoming at all.
Wasting time trying to sleep when you're worried isn't ease to your mind in the least.
And getting back on the horse just to let yourself get trampled on isn't progression.
Cause when you're colorblind in a black and white world, using crayons doesn't make anyone happier.
And learning braile won't help you talk to a blind man.
And when you walk in circles you don't get more familiar with your surroundings, just less fortunate with directions.
I guess life isn't about living.
And death isn't about dying.
Maybe death makes life more worth it.
And life makes death more comfortable.
Flip a coin, cause either way you call it...
It is what it is.
