Everything's relative, most things are trivial,
Thought is a process, time is indivisible.
Everyone knows the fact of existence,
But the secrets are there for those with persistence.

I just repeat what's just been said,
But that's what we do and don't till we're dead.

I could get lonely, it'll do you no harm,
But why not exist without a qualm.
Time spent on eating and shitting and such,
We're told to treasure each moment, I've treasured too much.
But listen please while I may get off track,
The law of averages proves that surely I'll get back,
To what I was saying I'm sure there's still some,
Some words still from me, some words still to come.

I've watched the men who play their guitars,
Some wear nice shirts but haven't reached far.
Into the heart and mind of myself,
And so I suppose of anyone else.
So please keep in mind when I utter my words,
Be it base or sublime I'm not like those turds.

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