There is nothing to hide,
E'en these words that appear to say something,
Is all there is to find,
Like words do for everything they mean,
That's just the way things are,
If you don't believe that, then by all means,
Go ahead and take the meaning too far,
But in this mind it's naught to do with words,
They're just vehicles,
To twist your thoughts until you don't know if,
You're in love or on pills,
Lost or looking,
Or got it figured out,
That's the only reason these words exist,
Oh, and to clear my own mind of all doubts.
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