BECAUSE
There is an old,
          frail man in the corner.
He reaches out,
          and shows me what could have been.
I turn and ask him,
          "Why not?"
A gnarled finger points,
          direcly at the walls I have built,
And a cracked voice replies,
          "Because."
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