It’s the exploration of physics to the overwhelmed English major,
The translation of unknown emotions
Which provides the only daily surprise to he who thinks he knows himself.
It’s the goofiness when you’re alone at home
And need to be truly childish
To fully celebrate
The storm of blessings raging around you.
It’s what you know you can’t contain,
Sorrow, grief, joy or despair.
It’s the only way you can never, actually,