I turn away,
But still I'm blinded, misguided,
By the sight, the sound,
Of what I thought profound,
But maybe the pressure
Changed your ways, and you
Took measures to stop your
Vulnerability being found.
And then by mechanical chance,
The moon hid it's monthly dance,
And the time was right,
In the black of night,
You sought to solve the balance,
The method well known.
Yet was it well enough for the results,
Discovered in the image
Of selfish generosity,
Of vulgar mediocrity,
To be so willingly shown?
Was it too much perhaps,
Maybe it seemed ancient,
Or maybe too new, your patience
Tested, and as wanted,
All is equal; you are the hero,
So many problems you hope to
Complete,
You take your arrogance for granted,
Try so hard not to see,
That all you can do is compete,
With a phantom-force, his mask, his mark
Forever left.
All is equal. Equal to zero.
Your confidence will lead,
Your figures follow,
But soon you'll forget,
Why a hole is hollow.
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