We are as we are.
A map of our entire being
Has been made up.
By which we know,
Our future has been planned.
We are destined to be this.
Every choice we make—
We think we make—
Is just another step forward
To the putting down the quill,
To the last word being typed,
To the end of our memories
--but to the start of
Our maps being made once more.
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