Your life is a flow chart, and you follow that arrow religiously, braking harshly at every stray path that might distract you from the next predestined box. Your flow chart is a straight shot, a tired old plot so afraid of holes it accounts for every contrived move. Tied to this script - can I even call it yours? - you follow your lines, retreating within your boxes, hardly daring to peek out and glimpse this opportunity passing by.
Your life is someone else's flow chart, a newly surfaced road, an uninspired film, and
I'm beginning to think that there's simply no role for me.
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