I am never certain
Just what I must do
To pull away the curtain
And see the world as true.
Must I simply sit
And think about the past
Or venture forth to it
And say the die is cast?
Must I ever after
Cogitate and groan,
Or fill the world with laughter
(Should it be my own?)?
I cannot tell, so I
Just let the world pass by.
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