Life On a String
Location
From point A to point B
Like a one way street
Our lives have been made
To walk the one way
From birth to end
We feed the system
We give it breath
On this narrow path
We dare not to ask
But what shall be
Beyond this string
For shall I step off
And be made to grow wings
The system, it needs
To compile all of the strings
To consume them all
For it to succeed
From point A to point B
I will not walk on this string
As I open my eyes,
To reach for the skies
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