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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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