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It' s all nothing

I'm looking for what I've already forgotten I'm looking for forgotten what

I've been looking for since that night that never stops looking

I keep slooking with the same compulsive gesture of an autonomous
automaton

I look in my bag for what is desperately there in my schedule for what is
desperately not there

I look for the time I look for the key

I look for the keys the glasses

the glasses the keys

it's all nothing just to make noise

I look for what I have and what I don't have

confusing the one with the other

the other merging into the other

with the impatience of innocence I look for what I still won 't find I look for
what the night has erased

the wind snatched you sucked up leaving only an empty shellfor me to find