A Lesser Light
In the sight of a lesser light
Leaps overshoot the sweep
Ill-equipped to keep
Up with going deep
In the sight of a lesser light
In a hobgoblin’s house
There’s no room to grow
There’s nowhere to go
Past where they’ve gone before
In a hobgoblin’s house
In the pedestrian lane
Thought’s raised in captivity
Fraught with hurdles and acclivity
A failure of creativity
In the pedestrian lane
In the blind judge’s chambers
All decisions are subjective
Rulings randomly selective
Learning the law is elective
In the blind judge’s chambers
In the sight of a lesser light
You’ll get nowhere fast
Take your foot off the gas
Traffic won’t let you pass
In the sight of a lesser light
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