I am a pseudo purist,
Looking all through a thick mist,
The mist is my cleanest glass,
My best beliefs I harass,
Dull waters that want me to infuse,
But in the high seas I want to cruise,
When I leave never to look back,
All that I reject now I will lack,
My amygdala will conquer,
My beliefs will bicker,
I will still be happy,
I will still move ahead with glee.