We search for purity in a tainted world,
search for a shimmer of light
In a world shrouded in darkness.
Always searching, never finding.
Bright-eyed hopefuls that we are
But hopelessness trips us.
They tell of a secret place,
where purity lies,
few ever found it,
because we are often blind.
We are fools,
wallowing in our self-deceits,
wanting, yearning,
for things beyond our reach.
Wanting, yearning,
to satiate our selfish needs.
They secretly laugh at the hopeless fools,
what's right before their eyes,
they will never find.
For they are blinded by their own shadows,
tripped by their own deeds.
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