The more I strayed from my rigid path
The more fun it was to me
The more I defied my cagey codes
The more bliss my soul savoured
Now am I left wondering
Why shackled myself at first?
Why the dogma? Why the curb?
It sure is fun to be a rebel
But not so, not me
This script belongs to another
Though the costume oddly fits
I was never fated for conventional roles
The sequence must irrefutably endure
As Fortune cannot be ignored
I must return to being me
History wants no anachronism
In the end, life is just a play
Written by fortune,
Told by destiny,
And acted by humans.
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