Between Dreams And Wisdom
In sweet, bittersweet memories’,
One can hold on to,
Yet they are far and in-between,
A boy in his youthful exuberance,
Draws near to thoughts of a desperado,
As a man, learned walking on the royal road,
Between many stops, found out;
There are fake diamonds,
A possibly embellished heart or not,
But not yet of refined gold.
Even if he is not the same,
Learned to stop following that dream,
Almost forgot in his youth what he was taught,
To stand still, let the winds pass,
Seek wisdom, which will never be embellished,
His heart in seeking understanding of virtue.
Hold on to that freedom, never fettered by desire,
Breaking the bonds of vanity,
Embracing what is the truth,
That a single heart can stay true,
To those around him,
Yet be contain himself to be with the One.
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