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How quickly now our certainties
Slip through our fingers like the breeze
And bring our kingdoms to their knees
As beggars to their knees

We build our world on shifting sand
Rely on schemes and dreams and plans
But little yet we understand
The blind don’t understand

A moment’s glimpse of shadow’s face
Where all our knowledge is replaced
And of our schooling little trace
Dull students, little trace

I’d pay the piper’s every price
To think but once, not twice or thrice
And have of certainty one slice
One meagre, hopeful slice

(c) Helen Valentina 2015, All Rights Reserved