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A thing learned called perception Perhaps a relative concept Something not conceived at conception Since at that point i was inept Now clear yet blindingly vague My vision of this purpose But for some direction i beg Not that of a compass Admittedly life can get complex Thousands of people for no one Questions that continue to perplex "Does truth come as a bullet from a gun" No that's a bit too dark One must avoid such thoughts Though it would make a mark There's too much noise from those gunshots Now i've lost my reason That should have been expected It must just be that season When i feel i've left something neglected

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