Understanding I get lost in the sky By some mistake, I find an old, rattled cottage The old lady, her skin was as wrinkled as the Earth itself She gave me some cookies And set me on my merry way She gave me pieces of her wisdom To always look fear in the eye To never doubt your intuition And to see that others understand where you come from Mirrors around us are always fractured Showing distorted depictions of what we think is ourselves They don't know where I come from And mirrors don't understand
