Maybe it is true,
What they always said;
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how far you go,
You'll end up where you started,
You'll end up doing what your destiny wanted.
In all this commotion,
You'll feel the pull someday;
You'll look back and see,
And that's all it'll need to be.
You'll fall.
You'll cry.
You'll feel loved.
You'll feel envy.
You'll feel joy.
You'll feel pain.
At the end of it all, You'll feel.
Maybe it is indeed true,
We're all connected,
By strings invisible,
Pulling us closer as we go farther,
Maybe it is written,
Whom we're tied up on the other end to.
Millions of people,
Billions of strings,
Some lead to multiple souls,
But they're brittle and will break,
You'll still feel a pull,
Cause, You aren't done yet.
But when you really reach the strongest end,
Your Thinking will bend,
Your ways will mend,
Your words will amend,
Your faith will transcend,
Two lives, into one, shall blend.
'Twisted'
