Shit happens... and cake happens.. And both happens, and then it disappears, transform into something it else. Yet, both shit and cake can become memories. Then we let it go, again. And stories changes just a bit, every time the are set free.
You let it go
but still
you know
You let it go
untill
you know
You let it go
the way
you know
You let it go
to stay
you know
You let it go
along
you know
You let it go
alone
you know
You let it go
for now
you know
You let it go
because
you know
You let it go
of course
you know
You let it go
and still
you
know
You let it go
and then
you know
You let it go
repeat
you know