I've gazed upon the world around me
and the hypocrisy is still amzing.
Don't you see that our differences,
for what it's worth, make us all the same?
And yet you expect so much.
You expect me to wander and toil,
to find God in meccas of glass and steel.
I tell you now:
There is no omnipotent force,
for we continue to worship ourselves.
Seek out what is within
and find simplicity and joy.
It is there.
In the piles of fallen leaves
by a bubbling brook;
lift up a stone;
it is there.
I guess I've wasted my breath.
But it's so hard to make a stand.
After all, aren't we just a bunch
of blind and fumbling nothings?
And now I ask of you:
How does it feel
to be lost in an ocean
of everybody else?

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