Fingers in the Jar

Put my fingers in the jar

In a way, so surreptitious, at large

No one knows it yet

but I already looked at the cards

and in the end, I’ll just pretend

that I don’t know who the Man is in charge

but here’s my secret – I ain’t seen yet

but there’s not an ounce of doubt in my heart

 

What

What do

What do you believe, in Truth?

Do you believe in you?

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