When I die I will go back to what
I was before I was alive.
What’s the problem with that?
After all, that’s where I came from
in the first place….square one.
Where is square one?
Everywhere, all the time, of course.
How can there be a problem?
When you solve a problem,
where does it go?
Back to square one.
Is there anything besides square one?
Not when you’re at square one.
Dum dee dum dum….
doo dee doo dee doo.
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