Forget your instincts and dreams;
Take my obligations
Turn them into aspirations. Make them your own.
Borrowed aspirations bring borrowed success.
You don't want to be that man. Or this man.
Conspire then, alone, with yourself
against your self. Tell yourself that this will be enough
You're not made for things of vanity
No, not born for them either
There is no story. Who has the time for stories?
For prolonged narratives of epicness?
Use this metaphor and stab yourself with it.
Say that you won't aspire, or conspire against yourself
That you don't want to be that man. Or this man.
Or don't. It's not like they're listening anyway.
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