Theres a virtuos, and immoral,
Theres a reason for all of this,
And I dont know what it is
I am one, and plural too,
I accept them but they exclude,
I could make sense of all of this,
But I dont know what it is
The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind,
The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I cant find, so
I dont know what it is
Theres a beginning, and theres an end,
Theres a climax, some would contend,
Theres a way to signify this,
But I dont know what it is