Until recognizing what exists
The pursuit of gaining knowledge persists,
After cognizing the existence
The persistence channelizes to preference,
We only see what we actually want to see,
Others' perceptions might not give us glee,
Getting back to what we initially were
We would never feel being right here,
Present is a blend of past,
Recuperating to the past
Isn't something that could be done fast,
It's like lost information of the lorn past,
It is out there somewhere,
But it's hard to reach there,
The persistence channelizes to preference,
That's the intriguing share of our existence,
The strangeness vacillates,
As the dubiety conciliates.
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