unfinished

Some of us fear so much what lies ahead
To face the truth the minute you get out of bed

Should we really stop, should we really start?
Should we let things mold us or tear us apart?

So many things to do, so much more to be
try to find yourself in everything you hear and see…

You’re faced with swift moves and slow dances
And you realize that you actually get second chances…

Hopes and aspirations are always good
Hold on to your dreams, live life like you should

But there’s a quiet comfort in not knowing
When you seize to be or where your life is going…

Some things are better left unsaid, some better left undone.
Even after you’ve tried every trick in the book and under the sun.

You sit and stare, you listen in silence.
You take in some darkness, soak up some reverence…

Some things are better left that way…
You just absorb it quietly like an essay...

just the relief of knowing, of accepting...

not whether you're coming nor going...

It’s not about a purpose that has diminished…
just the reality of things unfinished.