Random muse

It's funny.

Where is the me in us? It's seem more like you all over.
Where is the you in we? Its seem a slight hint that it is just me.

So why do we make an ass out of you and me when we assume?
Is it possible that awesome will end with me

just like how ugly starts with you?

I'm making no sense.

That's when i realize i tend to analyse

way too much, which make life seem to predictable.

Or at least from what i see of the world.

but not myself.