That is left to talk about,
And time is running out anyway,
And all that's left is doubt,
About how things will end up, though there's always reason,
To be unsure of that.
What changes is not really circumstances,
But your ability to ignore facts,
At all times, because they can tell you nothing,
Unless you know their true connection,
To each other, and no one really does,
Even if they're masters of chemical reactions.
And it's alright,
If you only live as if you don't know,
It's better than living as if you do,
'Cause, ultimately, you don't.
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