They speak with words that aren't their own,
Echoes of thoughts from seeds unknown.
Guidance laced with borrowed light,
Yet in their minds, it’s endless night.
Preaching visions, they’ve never seen,
In borrowed wisdom, their voices lean.
How can they lead when their own path’s unclear,
Wrapped in confusion, tangled in fear?
Ideas they’ve gathered, like dust in the wind,
Yet clarity’s lost, where do they begin?
First-hand confusion clouds their sight,
But they hold onto wisdom that isn’t quite right.
To guide with truth, one must see clear,
Not trapped in shadows, nor bound by fear.
Second-hand wisdom may sound profound,
But it leads to confusion, where truth isn’t found.
Echoes of thoughts from seeds unknown.
Guidance laced with borrowed light,
Yet in their minds, it’s endless night.
Preaching visions, they’ve never seen,
In borrowed wisdom, their voices lean.
How can they lead when their own path’s unclear,
Wrapped in confusion, tangled in fear?
Ideas they’ve gathered, like dust in the wind,
Yet clarity’s lost, where do they begin?
First-hand confusion clouds their sight,
But they hold onto wisdom that isn’t quite right.
To guide with truth, one must see clear,
Not trapped in shadows, nor bound by fear.
Second-hand wisdom may sound profound,
But it leads to confusion, where truth isn’t found.
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