Do I?

Everything has a place where it's meant to be, but it's hard to say when it comes to me
Season's turn, water churns, days fly by faster than the leaves falling from the trees

Do I believe what I believe?
Do I trust what I see?
Do I believe anything?

Feel my heart inside my chest, feel water on my face, feel refreshed
Faces never stay the same, but some things never change, much like today

Do I believe what I believe?
Do I trust what I see?
Do I believe anything?

Falling water from the sky lifts me up to new highs, I never smile in sunny weather
I never write a happy letter, I never lie, I can't decide

Do I believe what I believe?
Do I trust what I see?
Do I believe anything?

When right and wrong is a tower made of glass, to be smashed, with its pieces on the floor
When my song is a weak attempt to say, I was wrong, and it never really mattered

Do I believe what I believe?
Do I trust what I see?
Do I believe anything?


I was listening to Season's Trees off of Rome by Danger Mouse and Daniele Luppi, sung by Norah Jones when I started to write this. It's fairly vague and touches a few subjects. It was more driven by the music and the brooding sound than any particular thought at the time. Regardless, I don't mind how it turned out.