positivism/lies

Look no further

It's in our hands, it always was
It's all there, in our hands

To be honest, I don't know when to run, when to enter, when to exit. When to walk, and what casual is. To think, to stop, to breathe, and to open the door.

Is this routine or is it truth? What exactly are we trying to change?
And at what point can I let go?
I could never really appreciate your simple statements because I always believed they were void of any real or practical thought. But sometimes I feel as though this is an age for clichés and that the hope has existed because it is, if nothing else, supremely functional.

Well,
Aren't we scaring ourselves
Unnecessarily?
Aren't we trying too hard?

I subscribed to the ideal of wide open spaces a long time ago but haven’t been able to appreciate it in its fullness. I’m looking in the wrong places, closed spaces.

'Cause it's in our hands
It's in our hands
It's all here, it's in our hands

I miss mama. To love, feel loved, and revel and rest at the glory of creation.

So I’m going to try something new.
Speaking before I learn to talk.
Walking before I get there.
Adversity before growth.
After death there is new birth, for what it’s worth.