This isn\'t my country
Thats not my name
This isn\'t religion
That\'s not my place
Thats not a winter
This isn\'t for sale
That\'s not a tiger
This isn\'t a whale
There is no time
That you weren\'t here
There is no time
It is not under there
There is only on which we have agreed and by we I mean the free. Anything is possible if you believe. They\'ll tell you that until you\'re ready to leave. Let me sit leave me be, we can\'t have that, it\'ll ruin the peace. \"Why don\'t you wanna be like me. Just what is it you think you see?\". If I could tell you that you wouldn\'t be asking. None of this has any meaning. But we decorate the meaningless with our feelings, like a painting of the night sky on a bedroom ceiling. It\'s okay to go outside and look up for no reason. The reason will find you if you\'re willing. All seeing, hearing, evolutionary achievement of the universe, witnessing itself in first person. Human being.