The wise person
knows one thing-
his own ignorance

All I can do is lay
Here
Drinking beer
With nothing to say
Always was told “if you don’t have anything nice to say
don’t say anything at all”
So I lay here,
Silently drowning myself in alcohol
Hangover headaches
the price to pay
For the words I don’t wanna say
Another Friday
And things didn’t go my way

Be a bird even if not heard
Be the light even in the night
Be alone even on your own
Be bright even if not right
Be simple even in the jungle
Be butterfly even when hard to fly