I haven’t the reason to care,
Not one bit, not the slightest bit,
For that relic over there.

That once upon a life,
A person I knew who called
Himself the name of me
Did give his worth to
What I now do see.

I haven’t the reason to care,
None, no reason at all
To worry of happenings
In a cause I left.

But today I have
A Just Cause

To care for the past
I once let go.
To care for those things
I left to waste.

And all those opportunities
I made myself miss with
A Just Cause.

A Just Cause,
Which is a fickle thing
That lends itself to
My moment’s whim

Yet when these whims
Forever shift and change,
Just causes rearrange.

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