One day she woke up and thought,
I’m just my own MacGuffin,
What keeps this story going,
Unimportant in the end,
A motivation only,
Not the story of my life.
I’m my own Maltese Falcon
With my quest to find myself,
To make something of myself,
Education, exercise,
Always trying to decide
What it is I can’t decide.
Then she got up and went out
In search of yet something else.
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