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If I write and it contains
Nothing more than contradictions
Of views I stood firm on
And ideals I believe in

Does that make me wrong?
Is it pure hypocrisy?

To jump to the other side
For a minute or more
To speak in confidence
To be part of the masses

Joining them once
To feel what they do

But eventually return
To my opinionated existence
That neither mock
Nor force my ideals on others

Smarter by virtue of experience
Through the heart of the collective

What a wonderful gift
To know both sides
And yet stand amid all
Matured and weathered by comprehension