Nothing here before me,
Nothing left behind,
Nowhere to go but forward,
Or nowhere to go at all.
Nothing ever mattered.
What could be mor fun
But more fun?
I can't see no more.
It isn't me no more.
I thank god for that
No more of the same.
Quest for fire,
Caveman's dream,
A launching pad for other things.
No we're looking skyward,
Nowhere to go but forward,
Or nowhere to go at all.
In the beating of my heart,
I feel another heart.
Primitive as it seems,
Another caveman's dream.
Some things never change.
I thank God for that.
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