I didn't know what I should have known
And the thoughts I received deceived my own
My dreams were fancy and spoke of hope
With a wrought-iron future and bound with rope
Too meek to speak to the one with truth
Seeking stamps of approval to provide the proof
With needs comes wants and wants come bare
Without the need to want to be fair
In fact I claim to have won the race
And dare to spare the grin on my face
As I act and want and think and condone
If I didn't know what I should have known
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