T’explain their origin,
Dig deep and the world they’ve built for themselves,
Were preordained for them,
From the moment your eyes took in the light,
Reflecting where they were,
There were specific directions from there,
So only limited things could occur,
Each choice after that narrows down the path,
‘Til your life is no more,
That doesn’t even mean that you have died,
Might just mean that you’re poor,
In soul or wealth,
Some say one is much worse,
May the choices you make enrichen both,
For lots of mourners and a decent hearse.
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