In this creation,
You could be a sponge and fill yourself up,
And not get close to the realization,
Of how much you fall short of everything,
Though thankfully the brain makes you believe,
There's not much left, and besides, what there is,
Is something to leave,
For others that need it to function in this world,
As contributors to society,
Because your powers would be wasted,
On something like cleaning the street.
But it's alright,
You are completely wrong,
And know no more than anyone else,
In relation to what's really going on
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