We are taught to memorize,
remember what the wise preach.
Not to critically analyze.
or question the wise reach.

For danger is supposed to lie,
in thinking beyond the pale.
The hierarchy may be upset,
if we all don't ride the rail.

But puberty upsets the applecart,
and all that we learned is questioned.
Radical thinking against status quo,
all that old memorized stuff pensioned.

Growing up and older in our eyes,
takes us back to learned older lies,
hardened in our childhood mind,
memories never really left behind.

They grow until we question change,
we do not want to rearrange,
we do not want the old replaced,
we find the old so good and chaste.

So, we seek out new found wise,
who share our fears and hopes.
Steadfastly holding onto lies,
as our very own security ropes.

But,
good or bad, lies are lies,
and need to be exposed.
Holding onto lies and loving them,
it is not what wisdom holds.

As soon as the lies are left behind,
and the truth is finally revealed,
the awful burden of fear is gone,
and the flag of freedom, unfurled.

We are ingrained to believe lies at a
very early age that returns when we get
older and more fearful of our mortality.

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6/24/21

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