I sit here now in perfect state of mind
My body works, I'm seated on a chair,
I know that if I don't look I will find
That things come to me floating through the air.
I long no more to see the way things are,
Nor do I strive to put my mind at rest.
I do not wish upon a fallen star
Nor do I feel, no more, that better's best.
I speak my peace and give the words some space
It's all a little pointless in the end,
There's no such thing as triumph or disgrace
There's nothing done that we did not intend.
And yet you say I'm dancing with a bell,
While walking through the corridors of hell.
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