A thin screen separating
same ol’ thing inside outside.
The more I try to find myself,
the more I find nothing but air.
What is this thing called me?
Why should I pay it any attention?
I see you, I see me, someone worth understanding.
I see me, I see you, why should I be bothered?
I forget the line, I forget the time,
won’t you remember it with me?
I’ve strayed, I’m delayed,
won’t you walk with me a bit?
Time can tell, money can buy,
same age-old story.
Never will end, suddenly it’s done,
the surge that rushes to where?
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