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When you realize everything’s the same,
That nothing matters and all is blank
Numbers don’t exist
That you {could} all be living a lie
If you are even living, how could you know
…You don’t seem to care at all.

Even if you wonder what {does} exist
Wonder what’s in between the lines of what is blank
Color in the circle, but circles are a lie.
Equations make all numbers one, all in all
So everything is different, yet it’s all the same
…Like you {could} ever know.

A problem still sits on the paper, blank
But no one notices you at all
All of the numbers become the same
Everyone around you whispers, they lie.
But {how could} they possibly know
They aren’t able to find what exists.

What happens to happen didn’t happen, you know
Everything they taught you {could} be a lie
But it’s irrelevant, and, coincidently, the same
As anything else that {might} exist
Now I see your eyes glaze over, your mind goes blank
Then it goes black, everything, all.

By now you’re looking for a point to this all
That’s what everyone does, the answer is still blank
If they told you an answer, they lie
But it’s all {relatively} true, the same
If any of it {could} exist…
Don’t begin to think I know.

Finally, come to the conclusion that it’s all the same
Still sitting in front of the problem that is blank
A lovely reason to (?) exist:
To figure out if it’s all a lie
We strive and strive to know
When we’ll never {know} at all.

Description
When you realize everything’s the same,
That nothing matters and all is blank
Numbers don’t exist
That you {could} all be living a lie
If you are even living, how could you know
…You don’t seem to care at all.

Even if you wonder what {does} exist
Wonder what’s in between the lines of what is blank
Color in the circle, but circles are a lie.
Equations make all numbers one, all in all
So everything is different, yet it’s all the same
…Like you {could} ever know.

A problem still sits on the paper, blank
But no one notices you at all
All of the numbers become the same
Everyone around you whispers, they lie.
But {how could} they possibly know
They aren’t able to find what exists.

What happens to happen didn’t happen, you know
Everything they taught you {could} be a lie
But it’s irrelevant, and, coincidently, the same
As anything else that {might} exist
Now I see your eyes glaze over, your mind goes blank
Then it goes black, everything, all.

By now you’re looking for a point to this all
That’s what everyone does, the answer is still blank
If they told you an answer, they lie
But it’s all {relatively} true, the same
If any of it {could} exist…
Don’t begin to think I know.

Finally, come to the conclusion that it’s all the same
Still sitting in front of the problem that is blank
A lovely reason to (?) exist:
To figure out if it’s all a lie
We strive and strive to know
When we’ll never {know} at all.