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Some stranger sent me a letter,
stating that I was a beyonder,
someone who looks human and strong like steel,
but actually doesn't have the same traits; 
he was born to foretell his own demise,
and expose,without resentment, his lies:
and if only he would have heeded,
he would have known perfect sunsets! 


And I can attest to this:
the rocky road to my mountain
has not been smooth, but rough;
I had many good choices,
but choosing vanity over them,
made me roam amid my ruins...
a worthless life resembling an empty
house with closed windows;
a dark soul without faith...
living its days in nothingness!  


Climbing the precipitous mountain,
with a young and adventurous heart,
was the easiest challenge a dreamer could face;
now, my breath is heavy and going down
isn't an easy task:  my meadow is strewn with weeds,
and no flowers grow to entice it with their fragrance,
before their seeds were scattered by favorable winds,
and every summer those swaying dandelions
and gigantic sunflowers bowed...
to worship the life-giving sun!


As my day comes to a close,
I can't turn back and change anything,
but stare at the rocky road of my mountain,
letting regrets, filled with remorse, come to the surface again:
not to have done things differently, or at least,
tried to take into consideration my rebellion;
but friends, don't judge me harshly or be enraged...your battles 
weren't like mine:  I had to fight a vicious beast! 
Your fate wasn't the fate I encountered at a tender age,
your mountain had no steep slopes or a direful disadvantage!        
  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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