All the words are already written,
All the words are already said,
All the answers are already out there,
And all the thoughts already made.

But there is an undefined,
Something you can’t grasp with your mind,
There is a part of this world,
That has not yet been unfurled.

Can you define belief?
And then can you tell me yours?
Can you not be so brief?
Do you even have a reason to believe what you believe.

But there is an undefined,
Something you can’t grasp with your mind.
There is a part of this world,
That has not yet been unfurled.

Are all the words really all written?
Then why am I wasting my time now,
Are all the words really all said?
Should I might as well be dead.
I’m lacking, lacking in the originality.
If all the answers are out there,
Then why don’t I know why everything is?

Cause these is an undefined,
Something you can’t grasp with your mind,
There is a part of this world,
That has not yet been unfurled.
And maybe, it never will be.