Views
I am not a scholar of any degree
Apparent, these gifts, that we receive
We do not choose, nor do we see
Possible meaning, behind all these
Humbled by nature, not sure why
Opinions are vast, and open their eye
Visions of me, on pedestal high
I stand among them, and look to the sky
Shadows are dark, though light seeps through
Held close, these bonds, these very few
Lasting impressions, rejoice, renew
Timing is perfect, this life in review
Mirrors are broken, no need to repair
Ahead on my journey, refuse to despair
Relating to all, leaves room to share
Balance the scales, and know what's fair
Views may differ, no matter the eyes
Perfect the one, that wears disguise
For if I know, and if I'm wise
Happy I'll be, in my demise.
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