Maybe things don't happen for a reason.
Maybe we're just grasping for ways to make sense
of the chaos around us.
Maybe we're giving meaning to things that have no meaning.
Maybe we're clinging to hope so hard that we forget about reality.
What if we're wrong and nothing is meant to be?
We're just lost souls wondering endlessly,
desperately seeking comfort from the notion that
that things will work out in the end
no matter what.
What if we've tricked ourselves into believing
that everything will be okay in the end
just so we don't have to face the reality
that maybe it won't?
