there's a virtuos, and immoral,
there's a reason for all of this,
and I don't 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 don't know what it is
the seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind,
the beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so
I don't know what it is
there's a beginning, and there's an end,
there's a climax, some would contend,
there's a way to signify this,
but I don't know what it is