Comfortable

Tell me when nobody is there for you,
tell me when you don't believe in God anymore,
tell me when you can't hope for anything.

As I started to wish, I decided to stop wishing,
I learned to understand life,
but I know it is never understandable.

I may travel to places, unseen.
Disappear when I tried.
Give up when I want.

Still, only a few care,
how both wisdom and philosophy consume your soul.
And so I care less about them.

I dive back to the place where I think I belong.
With both pleasure and insanity.
That's how it is now, so comfortable.