Can we talk for a second about love

And how easy it is to find and hard it is to hold?

Can we talk for a second about the trees

And how every leaf that falls is a also a hair from our heads falling to the ground

Can we talk for a second about how we don't know why we're here

We just are and are expected to know what to do?

Can we talk for a second about how somewhere deep inside of us

Is a gut, an instinct, that we often ignore?

Can we talk for a second about how there's a plan

But we don't seem to be walking it?

Can we talk for a second again about love

Love, maybe love is the plan

Love, maybe love is the way out

The way out of what?

The way out of this endlessly repeating cycle of morning after night

Love, maybe love is the instruction booklet we all seek

So easy to find

So hard to keep