Don’t be confused by my moods. We can cruise through and stop by the show. Sobbing, walking so slow. They say smile honey, everyone’s got some sort of tear to shed. If you feel triumphant, I guess it’s good. Well it’s good in your head, until it goes too far. It’s Smooth operating. Numb cooperating. Truth Isolating. Dumb generating. Come on, enough with the stupid rhymes, because we’re still navigating the unknown. 

Do I know exactly what’s going on? or am I just wandering through the garden of planets, perplexed? 

Paper planes lead to places beyond where my eye’s can see, they come back with messages written on them.

But, do I want to look?

I always look.