Why do I choose my own path? Why do I listen to the words of those inspirational naysayers spreading the searing words of creative revolution? Why do I keep on pushing? Why do I just not give up? Why do I take the abuse, the fuss, the mess, the confusion, the paranoia, the inconclusive waste?
Why do I look to others in my time of need? Why do I bother to ask? Why
Why am I still not satisfied, after being stepped on, cheated and cursed? Why do I envy the unknowing? Why do I tread this line of unconsciousness? Why do I saver the bitter taste?
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