I think I was meant to think with my hands.
And by think I mean keep trying all the doors,
Until one leads to promised lands.
Can we make this a metaphor about how to live?
I guess we can if we all agree,
That the greatest joy in life is making new things.
But mabye that's only me.
Imagine standing on the shore of a great sea,
With the sand playing between your toes.
You can stay so serene forever or plunge into the ocean.
Which way do you go?
And it's alright,
You don't have to make a decision right now.
I only make them when I'm not really thinking,
And have yet to drown, somehow.
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