He stepped forward with certainty And then secured his blindfold tightly He saw nothing of this world Free of his own reflection He heard their voices faintly So much softer than his own He sensed their touch rest upon him But only felt, only felt of stone His thoughts became an infinite flow The truths of which he spoke with absolute conviction And took solace in knowing their words Were simply competing frequencies The fate of one who only sees Truth in his own words Is the furthest thing from free A prisoner to an elite No one will ever know A castaway lost at sea He found his voice ringing wall to wall Answer his thoughts, standing on his own He learned nothing of this world free of his own reason He paid no views attention That he did not find to his liking The fate of one who only sees Truth in his own words Is the furthest thing from free A prisoner to an elite No one will ever know A castaway lost at sea
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