Mirage of Melancholy by Hyperion
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When I was born, I had thought I had everything;
I discovered desire and ended wanting something;
I didn't know then, if I really needed anything;
When I looked, in the end, I really had nothing.

Then I'll dream, in a torus I can go everywhere;
I'll swirl and twist and try come out somewhere;
I'll discover that I truly couldn't go anywhere;
Then I will open my eyes, and I will be nowhere.

In the beginning there will always be everybody;
I'd go around in circles, trying to be somebody;
I'd spiral in a helix, trying to please anybody;
In the end I will accept that, I am just nobody.