I am no one here
Shying away from lightning while it rains
And the man from nowhere smokes his cigar and talks
Trying to convince me to give
Something
But he doesn't know I'm no one here, I can't help him
And the people in charge talk, and act concerned, as if they know me
But we have never met.
And the others—I don't care about the others, even if the man from nowhere sings,
Because I am no one and everyone,
And he doesn't understand.
They can sing and toss shards of pillows on the wind
But I am broken, somehow
And I am no one,
I am
Everyone I have ever met, everyone I have ever been
And the lightning man grins like he's invisible, and they can't see.
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