We wouldn’t ask why a rose that grew from concrete has damaged petals, in turn, we would all celebrate its tenacity, we would all love its will to reach the sun, well, we are the roses, this is the concrete and these are my damaged petals, dont ask me why, thank god, and ask me how.
Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew from Concrete
I know not what I search for
But I know I have yet to find it,
Because it is invisible to the eye
My heart must search for it blinded.
And if by chance I find it,
Will I know my mission is achieved ?
Can one come to conclusions,
Before the question is conceived ?
Just as no one knows
what lies beyond the shore,
I will never find the answer to
what it is that I search for.