No One Knows A Thing

What is it to live?
No one bloody knows.
If they tell you they do,
turn about, for they are lost to some story,
some dream.

Who am I?
Neither can this be known.
So wrapped up are we in words,
these symbols that debase the majesty of life
into an utterance that passes the lips.

Live without stories wrapped up in words.

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