i always tend to doubt what everyone seems so certain about always tethered to the dirt comprised of legs and hands that hurt and crawling away i wanted to stay when the world bears down on me will i laugh at its audacity and be able to comprehend when the world bears down on me will i laugh at its audacity and be able to start again again again it doesnt make much sense im older but im always on the fence and i i always seem to doubt how everyone seems to have it all figured all figured out