No causes
No reasons
No pauses
No seasons
Everything just going on
Getting nothing going nowhere
Worst part is that I don’t care
No time
No place
No rhyme
No pace
Just looking forward to something new
Desperately looking for something to do
Sensing that times been wasted
Anything worthwhile has already been tasted
No friends
No kin
No ends
No sin
It all just goes and goes
Like an infant writing prose
So I happen to write this for you
Trusting you’ll know what to do
No
No
No
No
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