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Fearing for my sanity,
I shed my shirt and tie,
Walked out on my rectitude
And waved myself goodbye.
I did precisely as I pleased,
Said only what was true;
Cared not a whit whom I might hurt
Or what debts might be due;
Chose my orbit on my own
And lived by my own light,
Hurtling through the gravities
That rule the lidless night;
Unknowing in my innocence
The iron laws that be,
And that the more I worked my will,
The less I would be free.
I shed my shirt and tie,
Walked out on my rectitude
And waved myself goodbye.
I did precisely as I pleased,
Said only what was true;
Cared not a whit whom I might hurt
Or what debts might be due;
Chose my orbit on my own
And lived by my own light,
Hurtling through the gravities
That rule the lidless night;
Unknowing in my innocence
The iron laws that be,
And that the more I worked my will,
The less I would be free.
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