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During this time on the earth I laugh and cray and sigh in A manner not unlike my own, and yet I follow that which the world is here And think a different road into existence. The trouble remains, which path to follow Upon, I know not and yet each path Becomes, or maybe reveals, clearer each Day. There are two, and the world appears clearer And truer, but is it really? A clear path seems to Me to be evil, for it is easy and paved with mediocrity. Yet the way I contrive is not liked by the world, yet it is conceived of the world. How does one choose between the truth as one knows it and the truth of the whole? |
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