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Short circuit
You could never face yourself
Or some banal destiny
Acting out a self-made role
Your script from a fantasy
Driven to exceed the rest
So you chose the high wire
Balanced on a razor’s edge
Racing ever higher
Burning in and burning out
Sparks showing the trail you lit
Crossed wires forming cross-hairs
Revealing the short circuit
Living at a frantic pace
A geometric rising rate
Lost in the danger zone
Overpowered by your fate
Getting high was your escape
On some self-indulgent spree
Possessed by your passions
And with no way to get free
You had won the human race
But still you pushed the limit
Trying to outrace yourself
You crashed on the short circuit
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