Transcendental echoes On a moonlit plain Existential questions Circle through my pain Caving in to the forces Guiding me to my destiny The invisible hand Swats away my plans Is it me, or is it fate? Do I choose, or just await? The invisible hand Swats away my plans Is it it me, or is it written? Am I free, or just permitted? The invisible hand Swats away my plans The invisible hand... Swats away my plans...
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