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I’ve lived half my life, it is my choice
And, as with you, I had no voice
I had no direction, I had no map
But it came fully formed, it had no gap
I don’t know what’s coming, that may be true
But all of it is written and from the past I have a clue
It will go on day by day, it will go on come what may
A piece of lint upon the floor, and what else, is there more
Yes, the telephone converstion
Yes, the view that was amazing
Yes, one plus one cannot be two
No, none of this can possibly be true
Truth lies on the kitchen floor
Lies are truth and nothing more
What is it you wish from me
I cannot give it, it cannot be
It was not written in my sinister plot
It cannot be slipped into an empty slot
There are no holes that I can fill
For there is nothing like free will
Everyone’s life, versions of the same
We only have a different name
