Life could be a choice, a struggle, something you fight for, riches and wealth, comfort, run for it, the hill you would die on, personally, I prefer work, not greater than the world, not greater than fate, accept it, what’s assigned to you, art, mathematics, and divine law is the same, I prefer to be the voice of the heavens, and the depths below, how deep does it go, nobody knows, I've never reached the bottom, but I'm quite heavy, it would be difficult, to flow freely, to float, so what does that leave me, a worm wriggling, chains, adamantine, it doesn’t look so bad, spacious, the illusion of freedom, I sleep soundly, I can still dream, if you’re satisfied, dew drops are all you need, I feel it, the cauldron bubbling, the heavens remember, and life is calling, will I dance, will I shout, or can I live this life in peace?

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