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Isn't it sad the way life goes
Our hearts seeks that which cannot glow
Our minds a trap that leads us to the unknown
Our bodies a vessel that's controlled

Are we individuals or are we just a flow
We seek that which is unknown
In search for something better that what we know
Our consciousness so free, that it may go wherever it pleases

Our paths are set out like the cards drawn out in a card game
Is destiny real or are we in control of fate
Our feelings like doors which we choose to shut or open
Our voices, our only tool or should I say constant weapon?

What is of this world except what we make it
Make the right choices or you shall surely regret it.
-s

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