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Cure for cancer I took the high road and it still led me here With a cross to bear Unlike animals guided by instinct The concept of freedom and choice Makes sense of absurd purpose Metamorphosis The same paranoid awareness of Shifting balances There's no comedy left divine Only left to be burned unread Enclosed in my own four walls I found myself as an immigrant Imprisoned in a foreign country I saw my family as strange aliens Whose foreign customs, rites, and very language defied comprehension Though I did not want to They forced me to participate in their bizarre rituals I could not resist Earmark of self-reflecting fiction Spiritual poverty A story that evolved as a true birth Covered in filth Earmark of self-reflecting fiction Spiritual poverty A story that evolved as a true birth Covered in filth Earmark of self-reflecting fiction Spiritual poverty A story that evolved as a true birth Covered in filth I took the high road and it still led me here