no one person is all seeing,
hardly a person can look past their nose,
noone can live outside the moment,
but only the clear sighted can see for future,
many cant hold their own without struggles,
struggles that are easily dodgable,
and there are struggles afecting all,
but noone seems to notice,
it slips through their blind side,
while they mettle in petty affairs,
who owns this,
what can i buy,
what is in it for me,
yet in the blind side, the danger, lingers...
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