Lines of code that used to dance, can't land me a job now,
Lines of verse have me in a grip, daily lead to feelings of wow.
Lines of faces I can read, without a degree it's of no use,
None can earn me my daily bread, this fact I can't refuse.
Vibing is the new trend, I can generate code with ease,
If sonnets are out of fashion, with free verse try to please.
I can write a book on emotions, seal my implicit authority,
The possibilities are endless, I just need to display audacity.
The cold facts are given, the warm transcendence yet to come,
I live in perpetual bad faith, if I give credence to only one.
The future is but not certain, the past doesn't dictate,
I have freedom to choose my cross, and embrace good faith.
I don't need to blame Freud or my upbringing, for choosing the cross,
That I can pull a Houdini and escape crucifixion, is a possibility I can't gloss.
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