As a child I looked forward
Blinded to the world, my goals I walked toward.
They told me, they taught me
They sold me, the world bought me.
Trapped with words and visions and promises
Fooled and clouded were my senses.
I open my eyes and all I see
Is the veil that was put before me
Yet the veil thins and is lighter too-
And the light comes through,
The light comes through.
Can I know if anything is real?
What are those colors and shapes that slowly congeal
Behind this dreaded soft curtain
That makes nothing certain?
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