I've wasted my life, wasted my time, and no longer care.
I've been around the world and have nothing to share.
Sure, I saw a good temple to the east or west from where I live.
Perhaps I could speak of my travels and advice I could give.
It's just that you would've had to be where I was when there,
to understand the reasons I decided to no longer care.
So let's just leave things silent and unknown to be known,
move past the wasted and move on to say I've grown.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
I love it!
We all have to grow as we live and it seems that we never stop growing. Well done
Muscular and enigmatic your words may be, but they would describe much of my life, experience and attitudes too.
Worthwhile to me.
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