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Mindset


You tell us how to think,

Whats past is past after all.

But you don't see,

You can't possibly see,

The future inside of you.

Leaders, followers, losers, and winners.

An unmarked mold under your hands.

You are the harbingers of the future

You, the masters of man.

So get out with preconceptions,

Lables, divisions.

Knowlege spills from your mind,

Covering the future with your ideals.

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