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Zig zags and circles confound him

Searching for order and reason

Without a path to the horizon

Wandering endlessly season to season

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The compass needle wobbles

Hesitance, suggests regress

Many trips around the dial

No traditional signs of progress

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Is compromise a weakness?

Group-think is line of sight

Dare to look past the visible

Within the ultraviolet light

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Predictable as a sunrise

All together, in uniform

One plus one never varies

A linear man must conform