How cleverly we have fumbled
Across this plain of time
Digging our ruts and counting stars
Seeking the things we have always carried
Speaking the words we most want to hear
Claiming fulfillment when we lack
Changing our minds instead of our actions when we fail
Scorning those who pop with color
Rather than blending with our favorite hues
Seeking love by sight instead of by touch
Keeping all we find to ourselves
Even though it will not save us
We claim divine guidance
But insert human words
We built our own towers to reach heaven
But this time
We tore them down with our own bare hands
The Mewriginal 
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