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Its the only way,
Nothing else comes close;
Those that talk and talk and talk and talk,
Know nothing;
They're cowards, hustlers, sycophants.
 
They never have, never will feel the power,
The freedom of making a real decision;
Choosing a path, a way of being.
 
Even if it brings unimagineable pains and losses,
Even if makes you an object of derision in the minds of all; Because they watch, judge, and envy.
 
They envy the person who chooses to suffer and endure,
Never yielding;
To become something new, original,
A rare, authentic human being.

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allets's picture

Evolution of Intellect

The road traveled. Simply, tenaciously. - slc


 

 

Stephen's picture

Nicely crafted poem.

Stephen