Even if it is this,
Sometimes it's hard to remember the fact,
That we for sure exist,
That that means no one can tell us we don't,
Nor tell us that we do,
Yes, you only have the moment at hand,
But does that provide you any real proof?
Or rather, what does this proof offer you?
Where is life's manual?
Oh, you have it, and it's all written down!
Starting with our first fall,
From grace, that is,
We've never since bounced back,
It's bad enough I've my own life to sort,
Somehow it was e'er ruined by some hack.
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