There's

a

pur-

pose,

there's

a

go-

al,

There's

vir-

tuo-

us,

and

im-

mo-

ral,

There's

a

rea-

son

for

all

of

this

And

I

don't

know

what

it

is!

I

am

one,

and

plu-

ral

too,

I

ac-

cept

them,

but

they

ex-

clude,

I

could

make

sense

of

all

of

this,

But

I

don't

know

what

it

is!

The

seeds

of

in-

spi-

ra-

tion

ne-

ver

ger-

mi-

na-

ted

in

my

mind,

The

bea-

con

of

a-

wa-

ke-

ning

is

some-

where

that

I

can't

find.

So

I

don't

know

what

it

is...

There's

a

be-

gin-

ning,

and

there's

an

end,

There's

a

cli-

max,

some

would

con-

tend,

There's

a

way

to

si-

gni-

fy

this,

But

I

don't

know

what

it

is!

The

seeds

of

in-

spi-

ra-

tion

ne-

ver

ger-

mi-

na-

ted

in

my

mind,

The

bea-

con

of

a-

wa-

ke-

ning

is

some-

where

that

I

can't

find.

So

I

don't

know

what

it

is.

Show

me

some-

thing

more

de-

fi-

ni-

tive,

I

don't

know

what

it

is!