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
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