Illusive to trap
Illusive to find
Too much clutter
In a shackled mind
The word soup of a poet
The word games the philosophers create
The scribes of the prophet
All trying to relate
Strip away all the distraction
All the misdirection to the root
Finding the truth about anything
Is a task with no absolute
A brilliant creature
Of all pedigree
Finds no liberation
From the puzzles of the psyche
Apparition of thought
In the light of the day
Paradox in motion
Watch the humans play
Misunderstood
Neglecting humanity’s calling
Too few have distilled the graces
The factor that prevents most of our falling
Chasing a ghost
The cause for a false positive
Another notch etched in the wood
Guess it’s just another prerogative
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DCG
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