The Existentialist's Love Song

It's pretty easy,
Try to follow along.
You put your left leg in,
You take your left leg out,
You put your left leg in
And you shake it all about.
You do the Hokey Pokey
And you turn yourself around,
And you think about how none of it means anything,
How none of these steps have any meaning in them,
It's the existentialist's love song again.
Sing it with me:
I love you,
You love me,
When we're dead nobody will see
All the hard work and pain that went into our relationship,
For our few fleeting moments it was real.
And I think that existentialism is the purest form of optimism,
That we don't need someone else to tell us what is real and what is meaningful,
That we're smart enough to decide for ourselves
Just what meaning is.
Because no one can know your motivations,
Your reasonings,
Your actions,
And so if you wake up one morning
And tell yourself that yes,
The Hokey Pokey really is what it's all about,
Never let anyone tell you that
You're wrong.

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