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free will is a great pretense
a grand deceit
as if our petty choices
turning left instead of right
choosing chicken instead of beef
marrying for money or for love
add up to some golden award
some trophy of wisdom
and grace
in fact we fall through life
like a boulder from a mountain
barging and banging our way
veering this way and that
by gravity and chance
our every plan may find defeat
and every dream retreats
like desert sand
blown by the wind
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