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We are prone to ask "why me"
Let's see what happens if we ask "why not"
"You are only as healthy as you feel"
As we measure everything
Against our notions
Of what it should be
Or how it isn't
Each passing shadow
Is a reflection of your soul
Maybe there is no greater purpose
And we are bound in a time loop
Only as happy as we let ourselves be
Definitions..definitons..definitions
Put your head down and run
Run till you make us proud
And point at those who differ
This is our self built conundrum
I once was obedient
I once was forgiving
I once was kind
I once was living
I once was cruel
I once was ecstatic
I once was selfish
I once was a sinner
I once was a giver
I once was a rebel
I once was a king
And all i have found is that
I am a mere sum of my parts
Letting go and holding on
Instantaneously
Spirals and stardust
To be dispersed in every direction
But holding on to my conviction
Of being humane
And if you overlook the objectives
Or yourself
Existence still persists
And if you hold on to a few singularities
Letting go of everything else
It's alright love
We are all in the same maze
I see what i always saw
Only perspectives change
You can choose to ponder
On petty victories
Or your marvellous failures
Or the nature of things
Time bound in spirals
The choice is always yours
Not to take
But still be

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