It's not that I have any answers.
It's not that I know what will work.
It's just that I keep asking questions
To gain some clarity is all.
The actions spring of misinformation.
The future seems to hold no joy.
The road up might be amusing.
It's doubtful that it's first choice.
It's not that I can see the future.
It's not that I can speak the truth.
It's just that I can sense the odor
Of pain and suffering unfold.
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