I think, I think I know If I'm good or
If I'm really bad and just deluded.
Many will see the first two lines they saw
Reading there the answer self included.
And so it is, and so I face my fate
A hobbiest for life and nothing more,
Forgetting days and writing way to late
Another pile of words we can ignore.
But really, really, really isn't fame
A joke that our existence has made up?
When Sonder comes, alone we take the blame,
And lonely we drink from our broken cup.
So, all in all, it must be done for me,
And whether it's irrelevant, we'll see.

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