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Burn Not the Bridges 

Life is a hubris to uncertainty! 
One day you are a prince, 
The next day you are a slave. 
Indeed, the world is round: 
Burn not the bridges, 
You may use the river again. 
 
We know that focus rewards, 
For you cannot move on, 
With eyes fixed to the past; 
Reconcile with the past ordeals, 
And burn not the bridges, 
You may use the river again. 
 
Time heals but the scabs remain,
To remind of time lost in agony, 
For they’ll thrust you to destiny; 
Because everyone has a date with it. 
Burn not the bridges, 
You may use the river again. 
 
Be solicitous for affluence, 
And supplicate day and night, 
As you abide in pilgrimage, 
To bribe the gods for restitution, 
Yet, Burn not the bridges,
You may use the river again. 
 
We strive and seek haven, 
Where abundance, power and security resides; 
We trample on neighbor’s shoulders, 
To triumph in the “game of life” 
We burn the bridges, 
And drown as we use the river again.

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