void, part 1

Yes it's me writing a letter
Two hundred forty three words combined
Mere fifteen words are even
But I, I do not mind

Odd words find their way
Seldom are they right
Telling me what's good, what's wrong
The truth I cannot find

Why are we human?
Why am I the sane?
Where can I find the true men?
It's me, it's you, it's the same

Not to be mistaken
I'm not the sentinel
I'm not the guardian angel
I'm the message that can tell

Why are we persons?
Why am I the sound?
Where can I find the stash?
We are all lost and found



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