Life (revisited)

I feel like i'm being watched, don't you? Like i'm meant to know something i don't I'm sick of people with fake depression But don't I feel sorry for myself to? I was told thinking too much is dangerous But isn't it dangerous not to think? Thoughtless? I sometimes think I have loves ideals nailed But everything has complications I'm a child of the mind, not the fist But i'm not saying there's no power behind My fist, just thought behind it to I get the feeling I trust too easily But thats becuse it's easy to trust I look at my hands, my face in the mirror I don't see courage, but weakness staring back at me I miss my childhood, weep for lost innocence Then I embrace adulthood, feeling important Everyone dies, one day, some way We're all afraid, some are couragous to admit That death is the result of our life lived The conclusions of the trails that we go through So i take a breath and step out into the world