It takes a lot of going nowhere, until you find it's not about the place. It takes a lot of being no one, until you find it's not about the face.
It takes a lot of birth and death, until you ask who's really in control. It takes a lot of love and pain, until you learn the art of letting go. Let go go go go.
It takes a lot of hurtful thoughts, until you tame the jerk inside your head. It takes a lot of feeling lost, until you find you're always where you're led.
It takes a lot of broken heart to wonder why we get what we've got. But we get what we've got and when it comes to Heart, my friend, you've got a lot.