With This Conception

Ready to look everywhere

And then look again

Where am I?

Our experiences, costs, things

Don't actually much depend on what they really are

But on how we view them

I do not know where I am

I'm new to this place but I still recognize it

If infinity's on this planet I'll go to the end to find it

I am not sure where I am

What seems like infinite space and time must come at a cost

Like how does it end?

It's great to try, but I would be lost, so I'll ask a friend

Ready to look everywhere

And then look again

This world is oblivion like

I've been outside

But now I'm living inside

Don't even feel limited by

Anything really

I'm feeling alright, ready to get up and try

To believe in a life where I'm living alright

I'm new to this place but I still recognize it

If infinity's on this planet I'll go to the end to find it

The irony shines through like sun rays in a wooden shed

Wherever I go, I just wonder where I could've went

And I know it's hard

But no one said it's easy

To just get up

But I can't just go

I can't just leave

Where would I go?

Fuck