The Wise Man


Carefree I came. Without
any thought of worry.
Adventurous I became. Until
the wise man came.
Struggle against change. Hopeless
fight against will. The struggle
is real.
Adventure turns to despair. When
the wise man came. There's no
time for wonder or care.
Worrisome I am. Because the
wise man came. Burdened
and damned.

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