dance of the wind

I don't know what is next
'Cus the future is masked
I don't know 'bout the past
I don't know if I'll last
I don't know what is next
'Cus the future is masked
I don't know 'bout the past
I don't know if I'll last

I don't know what is next, I wish I knew what's best
But I never have so, I put my life to the test
I thought I was broken, but I saw there's nothing to correct
Been searching for me my whole life, I'm just confused I'm not vexed
I carry weight in my chest
Still on and on I have pressed
If I escape both good and bad, there'll be nothing to select
And though I'm in front of you now, I know that I am not there
I'm running circles in my head, it chases me everywhere
And it's inside, so I can't leave it when it's too much to bear
You can travel the world to find yourself, you won't find it there
And we praise ourselves for this, we hate ourselves for that
And we always look there, so we don't like where we're at
The grass looks greener over there because our side's in our blood
We know it intimately so we see the scars and the mud
And when we get to that side, it's now our side that looks green
We see the mud that's over there and now we want where we've been
But on both sides there is mud, the grass needs mud so it's glad
Somewhere on the line we started calling one good and one bad
For we don't see that they dance, don't see that they need each other
Don't see that you can't have one, if you do not have the other
And so I danced with the wind, and here I let the birds sing
I let myself disappear, so I became everything
Nature don't call the rain bad, it doesn't call sunshine good
It don't regret what it could, or judge and say what it should
And I saw for the first time, that I never understood
That everything simply is, there is no bad and no good