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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.