There's a purpose, there's a goal.

There's a virtuos, and immoral.

There's a reason for all of this,

But 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.



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,

Show me something more, ______.

I don't know what it is.