That's all I can do,
Which is a deficiency, I know,
But that's my upbringing for you.
And it's my luck I'm really counting on,
That time will somehow continue to work,
As it has, forcing everyone else,
To follow me in my search,
For the act that defies all the laws,
So far established by humankind,
Shining like a beacon for those who are lost,
Until it's incorporated as a new law of the times.
Which will be alright,
Because my money will already be made,
And I will traipse off to a world of my own,
Where no such laws will ever be laid.
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