Knowing (4)

It doesn’t matter if I‘m sad
But that I know I am,
And, likewise, if I’m money mad
Or couldn’t give a damn.

It’s that which finds me where I’m at,
No matter where that is,
And be it in Tortilla Flat,
New Delhi or Cadiz.

And, through the long and stormy night,
It’s that which stands by me
And shines its everlasting light
Although I’m all at sea.

And, even in the realm of death,
It fills me with eternal breath.

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