Would you be sitting here,
If you still had a choice,
And what would you do different,
I'm just curious.

And where would you be sitting,
If you could sit anywhere,
Cos I'll do anything and I'll pull any strings,
to get you there.

Attach a line onto your core,
And run yourself right out the door,
to eliminate the whys.

What is it that you're chasing,
Where is your final chair,
Does this throne exist,
Some beanbag in the mist or in the clouds.

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