Nobody knows, why we put these words together in the ways that we do. Nobody knows why we search for what's the best thing to say. Nobody knows why we fight for these things that we are passionate of and about and for. Money hungry people always tend to forget theres more to life. Slaving away to be the next best thing. We all seek for comfort. Peace. For Love. What happens when theres nothing left to prove because you've already proven you're great and you can stop trying. People go back to my old music and hear me freestyle and reminisce on the fun that used to be what was the best times with nothing but a microphone and what was the belief of what is simply moments where we should celebrate how far we've come. Nobody knows if we're going to Heaven or even Hell and one day we'll have to stand by God and answer for what we did. Our hearts will be weighed and personally- I get tired of other people being that weight. On my heart. On my mind. Nobody knows why empathetic people turn so cold. Nobody understands the difference between performing miracles and wanting to be seen as an individual of nobility. Nobody knows why we want the validation. Saying the same things differently, conveying stories that can impact, make a difference and even emulate a change. Nobody knows if it is therapy or if it is truth. All we have is the understanding of beginning and ending.