There’s no serenity in wisdom
I was tricked by the television
I was certain I would know peace
But everything in this life seems to be a trade off
The cost of wisdom is innocence
I’m not calling out
What would I shout?
They all think they know how to save you
“There’s wholeness and it’s not up for grabs
You got to make it!”
Tell me what it looks like
Will I recognize it when I see it?
Will it look like nothing else I’ve ever seen?
Minor things I suppose
Better than waiting, I guess
You can’t mail order happiness
I’ve tried it doesn’t work
I just wish there was some guarantee that after it all, you’d get somewhere
You paid the price and got something in return
More than just a burden
Oh these glorious circles aren’t halos
Patterns we just can’t seem to escape