Where is the star that I could follow
To the end of the world, and far beyond
A light that would stay and show me the way
No matter if I should go raving blind?
Where is the breath that would abide
Both now and in the void to come
One that I could share with my tribe
Both here and in the teeming wild?
Where are the promises made
When I was but a clot in a belly
The ones that would hold me aloft
Through the sullen waves of being?
All the vows that life has made are
But mere tokens and empty fiddles
The only thing that helps me now
Is huddling in my invisible bubble!
To the end of the world, and far beyond
A light that would stay and show me the way
No matter if I should go raving blind?
Where is the breath that would abide
Both now and in the void to come
One that I could share with my tribe
Both here and in the teeming wild?
Where are the promises made
When I was but a clot in a belly
The ones that would hold me aloft
Through the sullen waves of being?
All the vows that life has made are
But mere tokens and empty fiddles
The only thing that helps me now
Is huddling in my invisible bubble!
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