Blind Faith

An egg holds the boon of life,

Or curse, I do not know;

The fog of uncertainty is masked,

By the assertions we hold.

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Is it the blind Love that guides us,

Or leads us astray, I do not know;

In the rivers of delusion and ambiguity,

Aimlessly, we row.

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The point is,

the pointlessness,

of moving Aimlessly,

towards an aim.

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An aim shaped by ourselves,

From dubious hope to bold faith,

Unregarded truth shines Infront of our eyes,

But that’s the luxury of blindness.