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Judge the past is to believe

In the immutability of things

Viewpoints that blind an alienated mind

From the nuances of reality

Feel the moment,

Of sudden clarity

When pride erodes

The walls that protects

That crystal palace.

Introspection

A key that frees a prisoner forgotten in time.

Tried by prejudices

And silenced by insubstantiality.

A forced excuse

Due to uncertainties,

Release like an icy breath

Wound the thin silk of reason.

Feel the moment,

Of sudden clarity

When pride erodes

The walls that protects

That crystal palace.