And shrug off your junk thoughts
Practice not your superstition
Illogicality will not help you
Neither will help you biased logic
Nor will those for whom you cheat
Hypocrisy is like a termite
It will eat you up from inside
Come up men, come up
All around is darkness now
Lit a light of new ideas
Brighten up what is dim and shaded
You can, man, like you man can
If you feel weakness
And any doubt creeps in
Read this poem carefully
And revisit inside
There you will find a pond, a lake
All sources of your potentiality.

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