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Break the Chain

I was there when no one died
The funeral was grave and gray
He was buried alongside 
An empty coffin; a parade of solitude
Was held in place to say goodbye
To the man who never was

Not many attended that funeral
Guess he wasn’t quite the guy
Even the priest had called in sick
Only rains and empty skies
Had come to say goodbye
To the man who never was

There is a certain loneliness
In the death of nothingness

How can we be sure that we
Didn’t just walk right by it
How can we be sure that we
Aren’t missing something

There is a certain blindness
In the death of nothingness

And an eerie darkness
In the birth of knowledge
A gnawing fear we choose
To dismiss but never lose

But dawning near is the time
When once again nothing dies
And we realize that we
Know nothing at all.

They didn’t even bother to
Throw the dirt back into the grave
Cover the coffin and the corpse
A simple hole, soaking wet
No one comes to say goodbye
To the man who never was

I shall leave as if I never came
And on my lonely walk back home
Mutter a silent prayer, goodbye
To the man who never was
Hope that I never become
The kind of man my father was

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