I feel like everyone’s embarrassed to feel. You know?
Everyone’s terrified at the thought of trully caring about anything or anyone
There’s this nonchalant idea of how we’re supposed to interact with the world
It’s bullshit
I mean who said we can’t be passionate, or proud, or excited, or silly, or cringe even?
Why do we have to sleepwalk through existence like it’s some sort of punishment,
Like it’s a puzzle we have to solve?
I didn’t do anything wrong, you didn’t do anything wrong
What do we have to atone for?
I suppose I’m just sick of living life in half-measure
I want the real thing, and I want it now
And if I can’t have it now, then I don’t want it
What’s the point in banking on a future that may never come,
Or trying to impose a fullness on a past that left me wanting?
It’s now or never and if it’s never,
Well then I’ll have that now please
Because I’d rather the burden of knowing life in all its hues
Than to wither in the shade of ignorance
Waiting for the light to bleed through the cracks
Thy kingdom come, we have become
Yes, I am
Those three little words
Infinite potential cradled in six letters
Yes, I am
Yes, I am
Yes, I am
Yes, I’ve always been
Yes, I’ll always be
Yes, yes I am
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