The Recantation of Foolishness

Before I became a worrier, a rebel, a Spartacus: I remember listening to an orator on a city bus: he criticized and enraged some arrogant characters; he shouted harsh words to the deceiving charlatans, exposing themselves as hallowed saints in a niche, when they should have been thrown into a ditch! Before I attempted to please others, I realized how naive I was to offer praises: I had one God to serve, not several gods who took the appearance of pure divinity; they had a shining halo over their heads... ensuing much fear, accusing me of inequity! Before I had a childish and overt personality, I trusted anyone and laughed with anybody... until their derision filled me up with anger; I broke my connection, realizing it wasn't fair! Before I diverged from the wrong and dangerous path, I didn't recognize my naiveness, neither I felt bad vibes; I helplessly fell into a deep ravine full of vicious vipers: what spared me death was the laughter of Lady Macbeth!