Yet, unlike many, I there would not stay,
But would instead far rather find a way
To far from thence and ever further stray,
And I regret when I find myself there.
Not like so many others who don’t care,
But seem content to simply sit and stare,
I do not want to stop where I find me
And would not rest while folly I still see.
Yet as I it approach, it will but flee,
And ever am I forward stumbling that
I may defeat it wherever it’s at,
Yet it is gone ere I come where it sat.
Long is the walk to fight the Stupid God,
And longer yet in treading where I’ve trod.
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