Metacrose

Are you the truth?

Metacrose
Each decision decreases my capacity
To value each and act equally
To measure my potential
Disregarding my physical ability.
I see the world in one dimension
Simple as a poor boy
Meek as a lamb

Who with simple hope
Tries to find truth in thinking pedestals

That is my addiction
My frequent guide
I follow it blindly
Hoping to find the ideal on the other side

My faculties grow
But my instincts fade

A mirror reflects the perfection
That is the concern of my mind
Suddenly struck by my inadequacy

I am persuaded by my uncertainty
Weakened by my commitment
Attempting to pay my senses no heed
I investigate the truths discovered by others

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