Price To Be Wise
The truth is thick
Realization, harsh
You take a hard hit
As the process starts
In the early stages
Of a midlife crisis
You retrace the phases
That felt the highest
You cannot recall
The imperfections
From the Chrystal ball
Only good, reflecting
But the mirror yields
The here and now
Your worst fears
No longer doubts
You see your life
For what it’s worth
Lose hope for light
While on this earth
You’ve traded in
Your innocent eyes
Reached hope’s end
To become wise
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