In the name of reason, we build walls,
high and cold, to keep chaos at bay,
holding tight to logic like a shield,
while mysteries slip through the cracks.
We seek answers, carve truths in stone,
yet the heart wanders beyond measure,
lost in questions reason can't contain,
yearning for what can't be.
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