Are we stuck in patterns round,
Seeking that which can't be found,
Trying on the truth for size,
While living in the world's disguise?
Are we searching with eyes closed,
Wandering further in repose,
Looking back to forge ahead
Into a wall of past regret?
Are we going nowhere fast,
While temporary vision lasts,
Pulling from the push and shove
An explanation not of love?
Are we doing any good
Deducing what's misunderstood,
Making progress towards no end
To straighten wills remaining bent?
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