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You have to be ready when the tower calls your name

I am neither sitting nor standing, I’m somewhere in between

Won’t you stay awhile? I have something to say.

This may be my best discovery yet

With a million dollars in my hand

I remember how much I was in debt

Up to my head, I’m drowning in everything

I have so much to give you

But still it’s nothing I bring.

On your wedding day, emptied handed

I will not speak a word

Unless words escape my mouth

What then will be heard?

I try to let time pass me by

Without looking through my rear view mirror

But to my dismay the time was already implied

The past philosophers, just heavy thinkers

Well where are they now?

They too waste away to perverted, heavy drinkers

And I’m not making excuses anymore

For things that I have no control over

‘Cause once I shut my mouth will I get what I am looking for

Everything is everything

And I am not alive

Nothing is nothing

Yet still I survive