Cactus

What you used to be What you tell yourself you are today It's no mystery There's a reason for the way we do these things And it makes no sense to me There's no convoluted reason it should be You notice everything You can tell the desert forest from the trees With no history There's no logical conclusion that's complete What you won't believe Is that in order to forgive you must receive What's that saying? What's that old philosophy? What's that saying? What's that old mentality?