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poem from an old notebook
They will pollute you, my son
tarnish your heart with
black, everlasting spots.
You will want to be like them crazily
for it will be seen easy
for your young, uncontaminated, innocent soul
to follow the flow.
You will desperately want to be bad, dirty inside
knowing that nothing you do
will please the others’
incessant desires and cravings.
You will wake up in the middle of the night
crying, asking yourself,
why you’re not behaving like others,
with constant blaming on heart
shall humiliate your self.
You will never be fooled,
yeah, that’s a good thing
but you will be thought of as a gullible, naive
for the ones who judge you
will never realize the path you are ultimately taking, deep down.
The emotions in the recollections of human endeavour will finally
come to an end, they will never be new and
the Truth will be perished in the confinement of men’s indifference.
You will be happily content with the fact that,
the road you walk on
has never been set foot before.
-Poems from an old notebook
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