We all fall into habits and patterns
Beginning from the beating of our hearts
And continuing with more and less comfort
Until they cease at length
The words we will speak are no different
Wearing paths in the grounds our minds might cover
Bespeaking the boundaries beyond which we seldom go
And making us machine-like
Until each of us can be replaced
And each of us will be
Though it remains uncertain what will succeed
It is certain that we fail.
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