The world gets stranger; more unfamiliar
The deeper one dives into yesterday
The more one looks; much longer linger
With nothing to be found to match today
Those values, those beliefs; forever gone
Of them remain no evidence nor of any proof
On your way out too (If that’s all you’re on)
In the slightest reluctance to follow-suit
It becomes a simple choice of wilful trade
(Either rigidly reserved or flexibly relate)
With only uncertainty as a navigational aid
Life without which to a re-sounding debate
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