So the question remains
Am I still innocent in some small way
When all these states
Oh, how they push and they shove
They make me scream at the top of my lungs
As if I'm falling in and out of love
And while the heavens remain
Tantalizing me with their prospect of faith
That it's our burdens that make us great
And through my cries of shame
I hear them laughing for I have yet to feel true pain
Saying: God makes no mistakes
But can you tell me what is me
Is it the fluidity between the matter and energy
The things you can and cannot see

God makes no mistakes

And if I chose to speak
Not of a portent or a creed
Would my euphoria go away along with my grief
For don’t we suffer for our art
This human condition that tears us apart
For is there be beauty without the shock

God makes no mistakes

And through all my lessons learned
My unique perspective of this world
Tell me is it struggles that give us sight
For is there triumph if there’s no triumph of mind?

God makes no mistakes

So the question remains
If I took my meds to help me alleviate
Is my passion intertwined solely with my pain

So the question remains
Would I love as deeply if I no longer
Felt this way
Tell me, would I still love deeply the same
A healthy dose