Wide grew the doubts as the gates stand narrow
Who shall I obey, whom I shall follow
Ask the mirror to help me realize
But it's my soul I hardly recognize
.
A friend once insist that I hire a sleuth
Wake me up before everything's too late
Blind faith and all the troubles it create
An underlying deficit of truth
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