Wisdom and Fear
What’s life’s meaning, I search to know.
To ask such questions seems crazy, though;
I must ponder a little here,
Maybe the answers come too slow
To ask may bring thoughts that are *****,
to never search is dreaded fear,
and the scared man becomes a fake,
but wisdom fills the empty sphere.
When one seeks praise they must seek blame
To know pleasure is to know pain
gold is worthy yet life is cheap
all children want to be famous
but they hate the infamous deep,
and have no strength for vows to keep,
running away from loss like sheep,
they run away from gain and weep.
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