I see no sense in going on
But go on anyway;
The reason for my being’s gone,
But what’s another day?

And so it matters not one bit
If oceans rise or fall;
I’m set on getting on with it
In spite of one and all.

I work and rest the whole day through
And work and rest some more;
There’s nothing that I’d rather do;
I’m empty to the core.

And, when I’m told how life should be,
I ask myself, what’s that to me?

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