Is life not enough, or is it too much?
I like to skew to the lonely end, where I think
About what I'm missing
How many stories have been told
That I was not a part of?
How can one being, one life
Expect to fill the role of the universe
Is ambition my greatest sin?
Soon, my desire for the answers will be less
Than my hatred for the questions
Soon, I will have given up and freed myself
Does freedom always begin with this
Disappointment?
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