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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=InyT9Gyoz_o

It's a strange thing

To see the world this way,

To see that which would remain mundane


Had the eyes not given truth away.


Every soul tells stories,

Some obligatory and others unnecessary,

Some grave and others so commonplace 


They're practically just given away.


What a strange thing it is

To attempt to function like this.

All this time, all this wasted energy,

All this investment and all this uncompromising commitment


To come to understand,

Deep down,


That nobody will ever grow to understand

Exactly what makes me who I am.


How strange to be a wasted witness,

To expend all I have on something so undeniably redundant,

To come all this way, from then till now, knowing that in the end 


This thing of such profound, perplexing and prolific abundance,

This thing of peak incomprehensible experience,


Amounts in all respects to next to nothing

Or nothing, next


To everything.