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I search the skies through weary eyes across the stormy waters

Yet live a game each day the same that keeps us in the race

And through it all you make the call to be or not to bother

To find a voice beyond the choice of nothing new to say

        Why do we need an answer
        What would it change to know
        I walk the roads to shed my load
        With no clue where to go

The world winds down to sharks and clowns

Who trumpet their existence

We surf the skies of dreams and lies

That take us through the day

        With all the ways of wonder        
        Something inside us grows
        To clearly see what's meant to be
        Yet never truly know...