Nonsensical Logic
Wonder when you look at me what seems not quite so right
Ponder the same I have, and the answer spares me fright
For the way in which I differ is that I never stay the same
I mold and bend and break, but that's just part of the game
But if all we see is this sport, insignificant becomes the player
And if there are no miracles, then left would be no prayer
Life is to gaze upon reflection, but still see through the looking glass
Its not all merely a lesson, with life's experience the class
Rather its to learn the lesson, and also from ignorance before it
So I adhere to neutrality, though no true neutral can adore it
And if through misfortune you understand this typhoon of thoughts and thunder
Then surely more than once you've viewed this and your life as a perfect blunder.
...who will you be dreaming of?
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