Some Sort Of Freedom

Sometimes there’s a heavy weight upon us
Slowing down the beating in our chest
And at times it’s automatic 
And we can’t control the static in our heads

It’s easy to feel sad for no reason 
When everything is going how you planned
And we couldn’t help for feeling
That we’ve all hit a ceiling 
And there’s nothing to believe in
Maybe that’s some sort of freedom

And all of the books
You’ve read
Leave no answer to the 
Questions inside
Your head 

And all that you’ve heard 
The words
Lend no direction to the
Peace that you’ll find
With love and time