All that we see or seem
and what that has come to mean
nothing will make sense
to a pocket without pence
tossed in a sea but you're not swimming
locked in a race that you're not winning
who will try? who will fight? who will leap?
Who will plunge into the deep?
Who will raise their melancholy head
from a dream life that's almost dead?
And take and do and say and seek
and bend and break and be not weak?
There is no one, there is not.
There is me and that's a lot
there is no one, there is you
You are someone, what will you do?
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