life is a mystery my tournament's begun a pickled piper plays his piccolo the choir softly sings my game commences including expenses confidential information? no its my life not a public inquiry the greatest work of art commences my life the pen is poised ink-pot awaits the brushes are ready rainbow colours mixed clean pages await orchestra warms up slowly the grinding wheel turns what will be my epitaph “I don't know” who sets the rules attempt what is not certain when will certainty arrive divining signs mislead my valuable delusion knowledge is a deadly friend inspiration emerges from the womb confusion, questions, not knowing swarms of questions always emerge small questions flying on mighty wings the rainbow fades the ink runs dry dry nibs scar the once clean slate leaving to never return confusion will be my epitaph
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