the other side of sanity.

It’s gotta be somewhere here. I can feel it somewhere in my bones.

I know it’s somewhere around here, I just need to look harder.

It’s right in front of me, I just know it.

How come I can’t see it? Maybe I’m not looking hard enough.

Or maybe, I’m looking too hard.

I’m trying too hard.

I’ve got to let go.

If I just follow my instincts, and go with the flow, I’m sure it will reveal itself, eventually.

I just hope there’s enough time.

But even if there isn’t much time left, it’s still more than enough to make it count.

Here we go.

Art, you make it pretty hard not to.

Art, art, I want you.
Art, you make it pretty hard not to.
My heart is trying hard here to follow you
But I can’t always tell if I ought to.