I thought I knew how things would go,
A straight-line path, a certain flow.
But facts betrayed what I believed—
And those beliefs had me deceived.

 

Frustration burns when we expect
A flawless world that we project.
But life’s not bound by what we scheme,
Which sometimes was a nice daydream.

 

Less sure, more free—let go, let be,
No need to know what has to be.
Assumptions blind, but doubt can see—
Less sure, more free—let go, let be.

 

We crown our guesses truth and fact,
Ignore the risks, dismiss the cracks.
Then when things crumble, blame runs wild,
We scold the world or inner child.

 

Biases sneak behind the scenes,
Painting the world in rigid dreams—
Control, perfection, all a show,
While facts may sing, “You did not know.”

 

The root of pain is not out there,
But needing things to always square.
If we release the need to grip,
We free ourselves when there’s a slip.

 

Less sure, more free—let go, let be,
No need to know what has to be.
Assumptions blind, but doubt can see—
Less sure, more free—let go, let be.

 

So when the tension starts to rise,
Don't fight the truth or spin the lies.
Ask, “Where did I believe too much?”
“How did my thoughts turn into dust?”

 

With Holy Weepers, Jeepers too,
Laugh at the fears that once you knew.
Undo that script, admit you guessed,
Then the pressure you’ll dispossess.

 

Less sure, more free—let go, let be,
No need to know what has to be.
Assumptions blind, but doubt can see—
Less sure, more free—let go, let be.