Sometimes I wonder what if I’d never heard of existentialism or any of that shit
What we all need is hope.
But now I’m asking why again.
I wish I could believe in God. It would be so much better.
Oh the responsibilities of total freedom.
This isn’t nice.
that is all I can afford right now
it sounded much much better in my head.
But good stuff takes time
and sorry tumblr, not for you not for you will I work throughout the night
Why, to succeed one must since young
Walk that tightrope
Right till the end
Never, never falter.
One must know since the beginning
That that is the path to take.
Realize later and you’ll have to walk on the ground.
I think it’ll be too tiring to walk
The tightrope all the way.
I’d rather be safe safe safe.
Why, only those up there in midair are safe,
Only they have somewhere to go.
Oh oh oh I wish someone would choose a way for me,
carve a road so I do not have to choose
so I could enjoy the view
fate would be best
because the freedom to live as you like is tiring.
Ah ah ah this verse is dull dull dull
how to communicate the lack of direction?
I need time but I am too young to have time.
And indeed I have missed the chance to walk that tightrope
That tightrope with no distractions.
It leads to success and satisfaction.
But I wonder, if those up there
with the best view of all
have the energy or interest in the view itself?
Why to fall would hurt hurt hurt
What is the point of being authentic
What is the point of being
When what is authentic is a pretense
And our pretense is a manifestation of our selves
What is the point of living authentically
How can I say I understand
The existentialist spoke in French, remember
And what is the price of living authentically?
When we don’t even know ourselves
Nothing in this world is fake
Nothing but reality exists
Imagination is reality too
Or else it would be possible
Oh weigh for yourself the profit and the loss
I speak in verse I speak in verse
Remember that to make an effort to live authentically is not authentic at all.
Or is it?