Isn’t it crazy
how you can go your whole life thinking you’re a certain person
only to realise that those were all labels given to you by society
mere descriptions of a character you came here to play
a role you mistook for being who you truly are?
Isn’t it crazy
how you can convince yourself that you’re the one in control
only to realise that control is nothing but an illusion
a fear-based construct that serves to keep you confined
safely limited within the four walls of your own making?
Isn’t it crazy
how you can let all of your experiences as a child
bury themself so deep inside of your subconscious
that they dictate the depth and quality of your future
holding you back from discovering your true potential?
Isn’t it crazy
how you can convince yourself that you have all the time in the world
that death is a concept that doesn’t yet apply to you
giving you the excuse you need to put off actually living?
Isn’t it crazy
how you can live your entire life
based on what people think of you and how you think they see you
only to realise that true happiness can never be found in their hands
but rather, that it was inside of you this whole time?
Isn’t it crazy
to think that maybe,
none of this is crazy at all?