We often are so blind
We do not see beyond ourselves,
Little things of value
So elude our reach

For we do not reach at all,
We sit and hold our hands,
Fancy things we’ve learned as set,
Staunch, unchanging things

Will we ever the see the beauty
If it clashes with our own?
There is no telling we will cede
That we were ever wrong

At least not to beings beneath us,
At least not to those who have less
Perception never wavers,
Unflinchingly solid it rests

When will we recognize merit?
When it aligns with our own?
When will we see there are things
Things that we simply don’t know?

One day we’ll learn them,
When pride sets us free
And when our eyes open,
May we use them to see

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