this is an ending. a beginning.
the eye of the storm.
it's the question and the answer.
this is the mystery and the science, the final explanation.
it's the gunshot and the finish line.
it's the opening act and the encore and the intermission.

i don't understand any of it.
and everyone else does.
it's the glass case of emotion.
it's the heartache and the earthquake.
i think until i can't anymore, then everything's spinning.
and i'm gone out of this world.
i'm happy and thoughtless.
no opinion, no ideas, no decision.
the eye of the storm.
everything is too insane around me,
i can't let go and step one inch out of my way.
or it will take me away;
the tears, the laughter, the anger, the love.

this is the love.
the first thing.
the real thing.
but i can never be sure.
i've never felt the real thing.
and if i have, it was never like this.
all these ropes and weights tied to his soul.
something he can't free from his mind.
when all i want to do is hold on, he needs to let go.

but i don't know what i want.
i want risk and fear and life.
i want to feel and love and live and cry and scream and laugh.
i want to let go.
i want to hold on.
i want this to be over, before it begins.
i want everything to be so much more simple.

becuase what if i'm wrong?
what if i don't need this?
what if i'm just fearing nothing but fear itself...
like i need something to fear so i invent my own.
what if i'm imagining this entire situation,
that's why i've never felt this way before.
that's why i can't understand it.
because it's not real.
what if i can't becuase it is.
and i've been imagining everything else?
to make me my own person?

i just want someone to tell me something different.
it's too hard.
it's the truth, the task, the question.
it's the answer the deceit and the cheat.