I succumb to route-learning.
The ultimate sin
in the questing for knowledge.
I adhere to the rules
and strive for modesty.
Conforming with the greatest reluctance
I am mediocre.
These feelings of unworth
I dampen with flights of fancy.
Dreaming up worlds with foreign realities
I let my vision blur.
This gloomy, fitful existence
it makes one hunger for an end.
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