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Nothing to be sad about,

Though your logic unit may falter
And all the clouds look like rats
In various modes of vermin behavior,
There is love, there is the infinite.

The universe cares not for your notations, your sadness over not owning a Cadillac.

There is nothing to be sad about,
Though the crushing mold of survival
Grows heavier with each breath,
There is love, there is the infinite.

In all things,
Find the timing signal,
The oscillator,
The instruction set.

There is love, there is the infinite.