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Whence came continuity, there was a question of balance
There was a time when sense and sensibility reigned supreme
Further discusion of a man's worth was ambiguously stilted
Oh, what abundance of goodliness and godliness there be!
Ample was this bed, and the constraints of sensual intellect
A mind that was mindful of what was and what would be thus
I have spent my inner most persona dodging dichotomy's way
Looking instead, for one reasonable assumption of hope
Having given up on simple explanation, for loss of my self
I look in the mirror these days, and see no reflection, no value
What once was, now, is no longer a viable solution to a point
Yes, the souless minions of orthodoxy lay claim to my worth
And nay shall I render this restless flesh privy to examination
Being lost and never found, amid truculence of self deniability
All that I believed in, dashed to pieces in one fell swoop
Causing my meandering aimlessly, through a maze of doubt
What of the former abundance that now sorely lay to waste
Like a man without a country, I have no peace of mind at all
Because I have no mind to speak of, a laisseiz faire drone, I
When come the return of plausible actions and self awareness
Will thus I then be in blessed assurance that I am again me
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