No expert
I have no right to tell anyone what to do with their lives.
There is nothing I myself have accomplished.
But there are certain brave truths to live through.
One would be to be no expert.
There is no God.
There is a God.
There is no freedom.
There is freedom.
Don't hide in a cloud of smoke.
Don't cry on the shoulder of faux love.
Don't pander to the lower masses.
Don't clap at the mediocre just because you're proud.
I'm no expert.
I've done all things.
I've done nothing.
I'm not jaded.
I'm not bitter.
I'm just no expert.
There
are no experts.
We all fail at all parts of life in some way.
Why not fail fully?
Why not fail with every ounce of your heart?
Else, there was just living like a coward.
I'm no expert.
I'm only a buffoon that hasn't got any answers,
Just the questions that he's perfected as definition.
No one has ever gotten it right.
There is always regret.
There is always doubt.
The key is to be no expert.
Live through truth and smiles.
Live hungry.
Live tired.
Live.
Live like an expert.
