| Some choose evil, Some choose good, Some eat insects For their food, But this Is not about that. Some love women, Some love men, I’ve loved them all, I’ll do it again, But this Is not about that. Some want freedom Some want kids, Some like to fly In the astral grids, But this Is not about that. Some say 'This is It' Some believe in an After, Yet we all like the feeling Of let-it-go laughter, Maybe this Is all about that. We all run away, We all grasp towards, And we all like the sound Of harmonic chords. Maybe this Is all about that. Maybe this Gets no better Than that. |     |