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Truth in a Fleeting Moment
With hope I watched as darkness’ veil
Fell slowly o’er the rage and spite
Extinguishing the daylight’s pyre
To welcome in a kinder light.
What chance the stars be prescient
Of destiny prescribed?
Their secret plans wrapped in their orb
My future thus derived.
What chance the moon be secretly
Reflecting on my fate
And if, by chance, a cloud may pass
What truth would it relate?
Not once was I a slave unto
Something I could not see
What state of mind, what happenstance
Had made this fool of me?
But as I watched, just fleetingly
My mind conceived a thought,
Could prejudice deprive me of
The peace of mind I sought?
