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Because I wonder what makes us tick

Why some are sane while some stay sick

I see the saint, I see the sin, I see the me that might have been

The struggling layman, the lazy lush

Boisterous bragging or modest hush

A suit and tie life, tied down in debt

Or pennyless with no regrets

Content to stagnate or get ahead

Much time to rest when we are dead

Alter reality see that me that might have been

High on his luck or rotting in a coffin

Cacophonous sound of our diverse voices

Where would you be now

Had you made different choices?