And there is no turning back,
Unless you want to return to your old life,
But I don't think you want that.
From now on it's hard work and you can't avoid it,
Until it becomes second nature,
And you are simply going through the motions,
Then it's time, again, to get more mature.
And this is what it means to become more human,
It's the one thing that's not sad but true.
Even if you're a fat cat, you can't be said to be living,
Unless there's something living inside of you.
And it's alright,
Sometimes you'll still be all dead inside,
That's just like a night in the folds of a dream,
Or the moments in the neap of a tide.
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