I'm scared and stretched seeing the world is full of histrionics
The riddle of human nature is unfathomable and unpredictable
I am often blinded in scintillation—
A momentary glisten and glimmer like a mirage, apocryphal, fraudulent, spurious & counterfactual
Then is this an ignis fatuus?
We're hoodwinked by what is prestigious outside
Soft, pure, and seemed without blemish and sin
Perfect in the eyes of humans, humans who feel without sin and shortage
But I realized maybe it's just like melanoid and achromatic Or noon and night, black and white as that is how to define the conundrum complexity of human nature?
But the distinctness that this is appalling to drastic alteration—

Sometimes placing too much credulity, certainty, conviction and constancy is really moronic
Misspent altruism is grievous, arduous and laborious
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