Some things they cannot be they are not meant,
The problem is it's difficult to see
Exactly which is worth the time we've spent.
And so we plod in blindfolds trying to feel
Our way around the world like it's a maze
Attempting to discern the fake from real
And which hopes to suppress and which to raise.
Well sometimes, naturally, we get it wrong
And sometimes things go how we'd hoped they would
The skill is understanding all along
That often what seems bad is really good.
And so we must keep trying everyday,
Although our efforts do not always pay.
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