Standing on Nothing,
Striding no Heavens,
Greeting Phantoms of Fame and Wealth,
Who think they have the Wherewithal,
To lead a life of Strength.
To them I gift my Gratitude,
For Bouquets of great success,
Yet none of those I care to hold,
Blessed only by their scent.
The crowds are always empty,
Crushed close around me now,
It's like the Vastest Prairie,
Where Every way is Out.
So come and stand beside me,
Just so I can see,
How you stand on Nothing,
Up here where life is free.
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