pic Martin Stranka
I'm not getting anywhere,
and I'm not going anywhere,
for you see I'm all ready here.
I never went anywhere,
and I never got anywhere,
because I was always right here.
The Self was always here,
and I never noticed,
go figure.
So can I be proud,
of all the fruitless effort,
squandered all over town?
To find myself,
when I wasn't really lost;
such a fool.
So here I am,
having never left,
or gone anywhere but here.
and I'm not going anywhere,
for you see I'm all ready here.
I never went anywhere,
and I never got anywhere,
because I was always right here.
The Self was always here,
and I never noticed,
go figure.
So can I be proud,
of all the fruitless effort,
squandered all over town?
To find myself,
when I wasn't really lost;
such a fool.
So here I am,
having never left,
or gone anywhere but here.
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