You might see your goal,
Very clearly behind a window.
Transparency can lure you,
Casting an illusion of invisibility,
And the goal may be seen,
More clearly than the window.
But, the window is closed,
It opens a view, not a path.
Don't rashly rush towards,
You'll crash against a barrier,
Then be humiliated n' hurt,
Wishing you had patience.
Find your way to the door,
That's where your path lay.
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