There's a purpose, there's a goal. There's a virtuos, and immoral. There's a reason for all of this, But I don't know what it is. I am one, and plural too. I accept them, but they exclude. I could make sense of all of this, But I don't know what it is. The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so I don't know what it is. There's a beginning, and there's an end. There's a climax, some would contend. There's a way to signify this, But I don't know what it is. The seeds of inspiration never germinated in my mind, The beacon of awakening is somewhere that I can't find, so I don't know what it is, Show me something more, ______. I don't know what it is.