For what, I cannot tell,
We are all different, different tales,
Undecipherable,
We're all inhabitants of a black box,
We'll never see outside,
And I don't mean the ninety-nine percent,
No one knows more, e'en if you know they've lied,
They are only scheming inside the box,
But then, why the hell not,
Of all the folks with money and power,
You would know what you've got,
If that's poss'ble,
Could be we can't withstand,
The freedom to do whatever you want,
Even escaping from other humans.
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