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Who are you and why am I here
The ancient questioned with a leer
The spittle on his cracked lips flew
Opaque eyes had no answers
But then I finally knew
What it took to become like you
What is it and where is it now
The wild child touched me with his tear
Thoughts hung silent on his lips
I broke away from my years
To recall being that young
Long before any songs were hits
What's it mean and what's it teach us
The villain cursed through butchered teeth
He tries to see where my blade goes
Failing eyes glare at the thief
Just before they rolled and closed
On answers only he could know
Where to go and how to travel
My naked lover wants me to grovel
The silk beneath her flesh contains
Her history so sadly stated
In old sweat and fresh blood stains
And any old songs that remain
What's it take and who do I pay
The Madame or the ferryman
Little death or final end
It makes no difference to a soul
Deaf to the messages sent
About what's waiting round the bend
Age finds no more answers than infancy
So about gods and ideals
Don't ask me
All I really know for sure
Is that you may be here
Tomorrow
And that I may not be here
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