
Many truths and many lies
Are likely to be told
In the eyes of the ignorant
They are unlikely to behold
The filters of our attention
One may often dismiss
As a moment will present itself
That one may surely miss
Think not of our ability
When we lie down to sleep
As the body rests
The mind will often reap
The many opportunities
That we have to sus out
In the eyes of the ignorant
How many are cast about?
There will come a time
That one must decide
How will we go forward?
In which direction will we stride?
If they are present
If they can learn
In the eyes of the ignorant
Only then will they discern
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DCG
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