This Thing called Life
I've spent all of my day
And much of the night
Trying to make sense
Out of this thing called life
And all that is in it
And what it's about
Just trying and trying
To work it all out
I've dissected eras
And great social clusters
Compounded and expounded
And recorded flusters
My life and your life
Our hopes and our dreams
Our sexual proclivities
Torn down the seams
I've played with it
Toyed with it
Made more into less
But all I came up with
Was a hell of a mess...
Which is what I started with
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