| It’s taken me 50,000 separate wrecks to get here,
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| And I’ve learned absolutely nothing.
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| As I’m standing here alone, upright and motionless,
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| I’m drowning in her sea.
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| The rising and sinking of every consciousness I’ve ever known.
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| Now detached and disconnected.
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| The endless cycle of idea and action,
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| Endless invention, endless experiment, endless hope and endless disappointment.
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| And I thought all I needed was just one breath to stay afloat.
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| For me it was like… like the breath, the last breath, the last breath that I never wanted.
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| Any of this.
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| I’m moving forward.
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| I never thought that this would capsize,
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| But this isn’t a boat, it’s a coffin!
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| And now I’m moving forward.
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| Into the sea… into the great sea.
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| So I begin with the end in mind.
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| The cycles of heaven, 20 centuries gone by, come home.
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| I’ve fallen three miles now… and I still can’t shake this dragon,
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| But the end is coming like a flood.
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| It is going to be a year for growing and the greatest amount of forgetting.
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| My sea is dying, but death is a doorway.
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| And at the very root of me I know this.
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| It’s the greatest reminder.
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| What a broad world to roam in, what a sea to swim in, so I begin with the end
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| in mind. |