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My Hidden Voice

A Paradigm

A paradigm is quite sublime,
If you know how to work it,
Reality is not for me,
And I will often shirk it.

A paradigm, a set of rules,
And that's the way you play it,
But that is not the way for me,
And you have heard me say it.

I play the game the way I will,
And rules are just suggestions,
Yet after all is said and done,
I have so many questions.

"Was that the best that I could do?
Or could I do much better?"
I cannot do what I am told,
For that's another fetter.

A paradigm is not for me,
For I am always changing,
What's good today, is gone away,
With something new arranging.

A paradigm is quite sublime,
If you know how to work it,
But I will find another way,
You work it; I will shirk it.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul

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