Just Pick One

Just pick one, it’ll hurt some if it needs to

I know weakness is a sickness and a virtue

And cold bitter winds are never-ending

So just pick one, it’s a season, it’ll run through

Fear is only worth what it costs you

I know wisdom when it holds true and misleads you

On your long journey home, carrying stones

There ain’t nothing that’s worthless if it arms you

Each one is the same one as the last one

I know meaning’s ever-reaching till you find one

Walking on a million lines that never end

Just pick one, it’ll hurt some if it needs to