Who are you
And who am I
Except a couple of people
Wasting lots of time
Worrying about the future
Forever asking why
Some people go on living
While others die before their time
Yet, there's never been a reason
Whatever "is" is right
If only just because it's
Much too big a fight
Like the painter who is way ahead
Or worse, still far behind
You only punch yourself out
When you start swinging blind
These are the things
Too often gone unsaid
These are the things
That keep you better off than dead
These are the things
That keep running through your head
And who am I
Except a couple of people
Wasting lots of time
Worrying about the future
Forever asking why
Some people go on living
While others die before their time
Yet, there's never been a reason
Whatever "is" is right
If only just because it's
Much too big a fight
Like the painter who is way ahead
Or worse, still far behind
You only punch yourself out
When you start swinging blind
These are the things
Too often gone unsaid
These are the things
That keep you better off than dead
These are the things
That keep running through your head
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