We are nothing, to the heavens above, we are born, we go to school, so forgiving, of our mistakes, then we grow up, our ego gets the best of us, we do our job, frolicking in the garden, we don’t know we’re naked, the audience claps, then we grow old, thrown to the side, like an old dish rag, we've done all we can, we aren’t good enough, always yearning for heaven, although I try to avoid it, thinking of it, sometimes, I try to give it away, in hopes that it will come my way, alas, I'm bound in chains, I can’t escape architecture, and in truth, I can find joy in suffering, I just don’t like, when it’s so embarrassing, but the sun continues to shine, we live in a community, and I can’t avoid it, burning, fame and fortune, please, bury me underground…

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