There's a purpose, there's a goal.
There's a virtuos, and immoral.
There's a reason for all of this,
But I don't know what it is.
I am one, and plural too.
I accept them, but they exclude.
I could make sense of all of this,
But I don't know what it is.
The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind,
The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so
I don't know what it is.
There's a beginning, and there's an end.
There's a climax, some would contend.
There's a way to signify this,
But I don't know what it is.
The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind,
The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so
I don't know what it is,
Show me something more, ______.
I don't know what it is.
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