What is the nature of this? A standard always amorphic Strange, how easy to list: Routine tediously cyclic I don't know where I get it from I rely so much on expectation Castles of air amidst this very sober reason Yes i profess abnegation But never you mind; Great hopes, little one, i'll bear your delusion I admit that no one is sovereign Not even I No, I don't even try I admit that no one is sovereign Not even I No, I don't even try And never you mind - I've asked nothing of you Nothing which lies at your promise behest Never has nothing rang through I don't know where I get it from I rely so much on expectation Castles of air amidst this very sober reason Yes i profess abnegation But never you mind; Great hopes, little one, I'll bear your delusion Master all by easy hand, I commit no act of violence Marching to the strike of fragile cadence And I see you in the corner, distressed Somehow i'm not impressed I admit that no one is sovereign Not even I No, I don't even try I admit that no one is sovereign Not even I No, I don't even try But I wonder, when did we decide? If you're determined, I promise it's done I am with you Changing from nothing to one
