When reality's new,
'Cept for knowledge of who you really are,
Some say the only truth,
Others say it's only one of many,
If it is even that,
There's no more surety in awareness,
Than in all random, manufactured fact,
There are the feelings of rightness and wrong,
Though different for all,
Sure, the golden rule is universal,
But also a high wall,
That some have built,
Because of who they are,
Or due to the upbringing they received,
Which they, dolefully, will never descar.
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