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Never give a blind man this power
For he will use it for evil
Causing thousands in their youthful flower
To only strive for one purpose
For when afflicted by his poison puncture
No longer do they move onward
They are assured, convinced by a sound structure
That they must keep climbing one tree
Did any of them reach their destination?
What branch did they wish to climb to?
Were they forced by intense fascination?
Why do they no longer explore?
A summation must be made to explain
They have become polarized by sunny seams
The top of the tree is so close
Yet continuing the tree with glowing gleams
Grows far above their tiny heads
So then they sit and wait in the tree
On a branch they stay for days, months, even YEARS
for one purpose
And they all wonder the same question
Is it dedication to simply compromise and go with the growth
or is it hopeless, and meaningless?
The answer to the question
I do not know
But there is one thing evident
Cupid uses only one arrow
And never misses his mark
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