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Unwise friend, you ask me questions
that even I cannot answer...
is any rose, without torns, ever
going to survive a harsh winter?
And is a flower withered by its own vitality,
or is a healthy and strong body
ever seeking a cure for its unfelt afflictions?

I sought the same answers in my younger age,
and while growing up to summarize an early maturity...
many events were none than a tragedy;
and the biggest of all:  my unresolved rage!
An existence tediously lived,
and days foolishly spent...
like those of an infamous musician
playing his fllute to himself;
and if a passerby hears him, 
he would be critized and rediculed!

Untaught friend, you search truth
and still can't find your own voice;
your unyelding words are muffled by noise:       
the other senseless voice that hummers
a different tune...to find its purpose
in confusion without flair,
removing all the gray of the hair...
to make credibility so self-evident!

Clinging to unverifiable stories,
to prove yourself an admirable hero,so great,
doesn't make you stand out
in this very realistic time gathering evidence;
and to leave your  mark and legacy,
not handed down by history:
is a deceitful and rejected thoeory...
to preserve this untarnished truth!

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