My home
My time
Your verse
My rhyme
We are on the edge of creation
Minute to minute
Moment to moment
Creating our existence
Everything is mapped out
By someone
You are right where
You ought to be
Fill in the blanks
Fill in the empty places
Don't leave any traces
The fix is in
You like to gamble
I like to ramble
Along the frozen shore
Where I can unscramble
Our history
Who wrote the story
Didn't I
Just another line
And I will be on my way
May be just one more
If you insist
My pleasure
Don't mind if do
Somewhere long ago
I chose
To be like this
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