A smiling face here, and grateful laugh there,
People are resilient, climbing rocks they know hurt,
Finding company in solitude like it's Plan B,
I'm finding perspective hidden in a blotch of paint
Stepping away to observe the canvas that is life
A blue there, a yellow here, mostly colours of feeling,
A fickle life for the feckless, yet redemption at every corner
Don't ask me where my foot is, it's neither here or there,
Life isn't supposed to be understood, it's supposed to be found out,
Like the ants building homes and walking in a line,
Like you sinking in a moment that was unplanned,
My father use to say that death is the only truth,
But the more I live, I find life harrowingly honest,
Piece by piece we all build forts and call it life,
In the end aren't we all just consciousness experiencing ourselves.
