I used to be on the quest for answers. And the answers I got were pretty unsatisfying.
This compelled me to quest harder. And the answers got even more unsatisfying. In fact they just led me to more questions.
Which didn't add up to a hill of beans.
So now I quest with no purpose. I just quest. And answers and questions don't seem very important to me.
They are just little pebbles on the road. I rearrange the pebbles just for fun.
whitewolfsonicprincess' 2nd single Child of the Revolution
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