Not that it's crucial or imperative...
But I'm suspended, I can't see it through,
Stuck in existential goo...
Deciding not to decide,
I fiddle with my fingers, and hide,
While the accounting draws near...
Eek! I'm fate's dangled marionette,
Slow-spinning in a neutral gear,
A protagonist in a lost narrative
Which no one will ever hear.
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