Why do I see, understand and believe these things?
Am I just painting the cold, dark, empty universe with rainbows?
Why am I like this?
What am I really?
Looks like I'm blind.
Looks like I'm stupid.
Looks like I'm crazy.
Blind crazy stupid.
But I'm not
I'm not blind.
I see the beauty of this world.
I'm not stupid
I understand the beauty of this world.
I'm not crazy.
I believe in the beauty of this world.
The only way to be blind crazy stupid, would be not to.