Mystique
What is life?
For I grew tasty to be
The most foolish, explored
The library and balustrade
Of foolery, for many a good time,
But in the line, undeciphered
That the most foolish I could ever
Get was ever going to be the startline
For another!
So I turned back to knowing, that I, too,
May acquire it and be counted a wiseman.
I did read many a wisebook and thought
Many a wisethought but, yet again, it was
Dawned on me that I was never ever going
To be the wiseman my taste craved, and that
I was a fool with permanent folly!
Hence, I turned to my mother and cried
To her of my dilemma.
She advised me to toe wiselines.
I asked her how wise could I ever be?
Then she gave me an answer that ever
Makes man sigh and hiss like a serpent!
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