Of another person,
Even if they tell you what they are,
They're in a state of confusion.
And when you feel everyone else knows,
Something you do not,
Wait a minute and you will find the tables turned,
And your past battles needlessly fought.
And when you feel you know more than everyone,
Ride that wave until it dies down,
Because everyone else is so confused,
They may believ it until the truth is found,
Which will be never, alright,
Not even when the cows come home.
Even the sagest person you might meet,
Is a product of just being alone.
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