Nothing.

What is nothing,

But something?

What is knowledge,

But lies?

Truth hides in a lie,

Being firmly on the ground will help you fly.

Faith hides in non-belief

Smooth and uncaring,

Dreams whisper to us from underneath.

Come with me to lead you by the hand;

To see there was nothing to hold;

And to lead, there is no man.

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