Does it matter if it works out as planned

When the author is the pen in your hand

When your mind does what you don't understand

Remember that a sentiment changes every day

As every sun leaves shadows, arrows pointing every way

Hey, look around, this is you

Don't you worry 'cos it's fine to be confused

When you're questioning your fate

In time, you will see

All that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you

And don't you love the things you hate

Life will give its gift if we don't hesitate

Some see the paper, then throw the present away

If you feel you're dying and the clock just makes you wait

Time may find us in tomorrow looking for today

Hey look around this is you

Don't you worry 'cos it's fine to be confused

When you're questioning your fate

In time, you will see

All that makes you who you are, will become so clear to you

You should love the things you hate