we lie to ourselves

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Why do we expose the blemishes and cracks to the eyes
as to admonish the ill-fated for their imperfections and lies?
then when does the light see it's dark side?
when blame is no longer rational, it's just pride
I blame you, and I still blame me
because censure is nothin but hypocracy
because some things not even science can explain
because an explanation needs an explanation and it's nothin but pain
so lets call these mysteries history
but before you search and acquire
you must know that which we all desire
but life's not black and white like text
not as easy and tasteless as sex
Life's not the light or dark
but a grey that's not stark