This Untarnished Truth

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!