And with that, I leave you with this:
You claim to be the North Star
Because you know where you’re going
And swear you know where I want to go
But I try to tell you
Perhaps I don’t want to go North
Maybe I should go East
Instead, I could travel West
But you stick to your words
Insist you know what’s best
And so I just tell you,
Just because you’re the North Star
It doesn’t make you the brightest
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