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He knows the depths where I would fall,

The situations that would enthrall,

And break my spirit, bend my will,

He spares me trials, keeps me still.

I strive for heights, a flawless gleam,

A near-perfection, just a dream.

But absolute, that perfect state,

Perhaps a burden, sealed by fate.

This life, a labyrinth untold,

A mystery in hues of bold.

Confusion reigns, a tangled thread,

Where paths diverge, and hopes are shed.

Theories spin, a dizzying dance,

Each holding truth, a fleeting glance.

Opinions clash, a vibrant fight,

Obscuring pathways, dimming light.

And in the echo of the fray,

Unanswered questions hold their sway.

A yearning deep, a silent plea,

To understand, to truly see.