I wonder sometimes
Why it took so long
For the scales to fall from my eyes.
God knows I was told often enough
About the mean pickings.
But what finally got to me the most, I think,
Is when they took me for a ride
And told me I was pedestrian.
So here I go,
Clambering out of the quotidian.
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