She followed the left side
Yet she was right handed
The right beckoned
Yet she glued to the initial.
How sure she was.
The right echoed
She turned her left ear
The right called for her attention
She refused to be distracted from her initial
How sure she was.
Never wanted to go out of the box
Yet the right was outside the box
She relied on the wrong
Yet believing all was well
How sure she was.
Finally the left disowned her
Left her to herself
Reality had His day
shortsightedness appeared then she knew
she guessed wrong.
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