For there's nowhere else to go,
But know yourself enough to clear out the things,
About which you don't know,
Which are still you, but more the curious side,
Or, perhaps, the side that wants to please,
Yourself by pretending you know a lot,
But really only regurgitates what he sees,
And must hide his discomfort by-
Or maybe you just can't.
There are those who make a living out of bullshitting,
But bull shit's all they havin in their brain pan.
And it's alright,
If that is you,
You're speaking honestly and it doesn't mean,
You don't use what you know for doing good.
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