If you were born
to be ash
Or food for worms
would your life be lived
on vastly different terms
If all you stashed
Were to rot or burn
Tonight
What would you learn
Would you change
Could you
Even if you tried
Would you find
Your mind had lied
That things remained
Quintessentially
The same
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