How you're placed on this earth,
Knowing nothing other than what you sense,
And what you have learned,
From others, who themselves were just placed here,
And know nothing, really.
And we are all expected to stand up tall,
To succeed?
Which makes perfect sense for consciousnesses,
That need presumptions in order to exist,
Otherwise our thoughts would be unconnected,
Pictures floating in an abyss.
So, it's alright,
To act like you have it figured out,
No one truly believes that bullshit,
But they sure admire the lack of doubt.
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