Without a verse and without a herse I race to the end of the universe. You may not care, You may not stare when I was here or when I was there. It slips, It slides, It rips and glides through space and time for a ride such as this is very subjective. The Who and the How is Where Our minds live. Or Where Our mind lives, It's all in How You pour It, really. And You know You should just forfeit, Silly. Silly boy with dreams so big, Why be Yourself When You could be everybody else? (Ha, a question.) They said It would be easy. Anyone could do It. Only the king is the one Who went and blew It for the rest of US. They told Me to stand up straight.
They told me to break on through - and I did.
It's lonely up here.
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