Something's wrong, but I don't know what
Wondering how, with all the things I've got
Life is good, but the pain don't stop

Cause I'm holding on, so I give it up
Cheer up, cheer up, put a smile on your face
Wake up, wake up, take me out of this place

Rise up, rise up, we are the human race
Cheer up, cheer up, put a smile on your face


So if you really go the whole way and see how
you feel at the prospect of vanishing forever
Have all your efforts, and all your achievements

and all your attainments turning into dust and nothingness
What is the feeling
What happens to you?

It's a curious thing, that in the worlds poetry, this is a very common theme
The earthly hope men set their hearts upon turns ashes, or it prospers
and a non- like snow upon the deserts dusty face lighting

a little hour or two and is gone

Something's wrong, but I don't know what

Wondering how, with all the things I've got
Life is good, but the pain don't stop
Cause I'm holding on, so I give it up

Something's wrong, but I don't know what
Wondering how, with all the things I've got
Life is good, but the pain don't stop

Cause I'm holding on, so I give it up

So in this way, by seeing that nothingness is the fundamental reality

And you see it's your reality
Then how can anything contaminate you
All the idea of you being scared

And put out and worried, and so on, this is nothing, it's a dream
Because you're really nothing.
So cheer up


Cheer up, cheer up, put a smile on your face
Wake up, wake up, take me out of this place

Rise up, rise up, we are the human race
Cheer up, cheer up, put a smile on your face


All the sun and the stars and the mountains, and rivers
And the good men and bad men, and the animals
And the insects, and the whole bit.

All are contained in void.
So out of this void comes everything and you are it.
What else could you be?

If somebody is going to argue that the basic reality is nothingness.
Where does all this come from?
Obviously from nothingness.