Convoluted Stress Over Nothing

When we die, we lose grasp of societal meaning
And the fireworks inside your cranium
Shut down and disintegrate back to the stars
And right now, I am on the top of a mountain
Quite literally I can see all of the movements
That minisculate into specks of light
As the previous day darkens into the next night

And everything looks so beautiful, it looks so great
To think this is all I needed to feel this way
I’ll hold my breath for a minute and hope for a brief moment of solidarity

But my mind wonders to think if the
Inhabitants of those cars are stressing about something
Or maybе a great flock of more things with no meaning
But I can't see past thе flicker of the headlights
And if those people on the highway can see me
They'd think, "That guy is on top of the world"

And this all boils down to me assuming
I'm in convoluted stress over nothing
When I should be thinking of something
That don't reason away all my truths
Because everything reflects back into you
And you make grandeurs of pale thinking
Cause your perceptions exist only in your head
And this all boils down to me assuming
I'm in convoluted stress over nothing
This all boils down to me assuming
I'm in convoluted stress over nothing

And I hope everything will be fine now
And I believe everything will be fine now
And I know everything will be fine now
And now everything will be fine