Whatever Will Be

I suppose there comes a point in life
where you don't analyze things anymore
you don't shuffle thoughts or try to answer
all the questions like you did before.

You don't attempt to reason why
or get on track so you can say
"I may be onto something here",
growing decision trees that go one way.

You no longer create hypotheses
or state that you have a mission
you don't talk about tomorrow
or justify yesterday by wishin'.

Life doesn't become easier at all
it's difficult whether you're bound or free-
trees don't always grow up to the sky
and you won't always find out why...
but nothing's strange when you finally see

to believe in whatever will be.