U2 , Love Is Bigger Than Anything In Its Way

don't know, maybe we are all too boring, and love maybe is just
another idea, when i must love i won't, i love when i love
and i don't when i don't.
i am running out of me...i am swimming deep inside..
i swim in a place where i arrived with a reason i don't know.
i will put wax in my ears and be an obnoxious arshole
as i have always been, don't object, it is making me do it
to perfection.
the music is inside, i don't need songs not reaching me
nor these  leading me to another waste land where no roses grow and
where the apples stay rotting on the trees so high.
when you try to remove the wax from my ears be careful what you tell me.
i carry steel inside and curses, i am sailing and i wish to arrive home
where i have always been in my arshole's heart.
we will see what is bigger, the truth or the idea,
the water or the construction, the trap or freedom,
love or Bable.
as i see it is the small things and the ability to concentrate on their negative aspécts
and forces, mediocrity just as well as the running after something special, the detachment from feeling, the estrangement from seeing without spectacles, the indifference of the mind, the dispersion of passion, the dilution of  essence which makes us all fail.
so. what is bigger. not who.
i am not for smaller nor for bigger.
i really don't care for such words.
we always hope for people to change, and they never do.
when they do we can hardly bear it.
maybe i go to live in a forest near a stream, and i will not be waiting
for anything but for what will happen by nature, the change of the seasons.
this here now is a change of seasons, and the days grow slowly longer, very slowly.