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Revel in your times of comfort

When without that which you know. 

Your experience becomes of you

And you shall reap just what you've sowed 

What tears is what direction

Your alienation will turn.

Be it becoming a pariah of yourself,

Or drinking in what you learn.  

For such an expanse of time

So empty of responsibility;

It is alien to the rigorous mind 

To make sense of the ability.

Do not be scared of what you do not know,

What comes will weave it slow

So that reflection shall deem these times perfect,

And time shall see it so.