What do you see? Do you see the yellow lines pass one by one. Seems, we're the stupid ones. Then, again, it's nice to prove everyone wrong. Maybe I should listen and learn to see. Then, again, there's a reason for everything, as the sun fades beyond the mountains. It's a perpexed state to be. There has to be an answer lurking close by. What is now before me is a choice. Open a door and step into the unknown, with everything to lose and everything to gain. It's just a matter of who gets to say I told you so. But, who knows, maybe I'll open my eyes and it'll be raining. Then, I'll have all the answers I ever need.