How do you make sense?
Make sense of all this mess.
The restlessness that stirs inside,
when you just couldn't care less.
How do you figure?
What's right and what's wrong?
Everything's not black and white,
when you're lost in the busy throng.
How do you stand still
and watch the traffic go by?
To disentangle yourself from the web,
caught like a little fly.
How do you find rest?
For the tired and weary soul
To sit back and trust, without any care,
do i even dare?
"Sense" by E.Y
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