The View Through the Looking Glass

The ways of men the ways of boys
The search for truth while playing with toys
Struggling against nature by struggling within
Still fighting for footing while fighting to win

The road demands courage from all those that pass
Beyond the pale beginning toward a critical mass
No mentor or map to guide your sail through these waters
While pounded by pressures from two watching daughters

It started so early this bold stiff-necked response
That now takes a path to my own renaissance
The roots run deep while branches cloud the view
To decide if the future will be one, three or two

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