If I didn't know what I should have known
The thoughts I receive deceive my own.
The dreams are fancy and speak of hope
With wrought-iron future and bound with rope.
Too meek to speak to the one of truth
Seek stamps of approval to provide the proof.
With needs comes wants and wants come bare
Without the prejudice to need to be fair.
Act and want and thought and condone
If I didn't know what I should have known.
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