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Futility

Bend down the fleshy leaves
By your ears to wade off the noises
Of life, till ye find thy true worth.
Life is nothing more than a confused
Crossroad of maze,
Intertwining at every bend hitherto
Thought a widening gyre to Eldorado.

Shield thyself from the worries
Of vaulting ambitions and let
Your cup of success brims like
The gentle droppings of oil in a
Calabash.

A crowd is a river of confusion
Wherein no identity is true to itself,
For sooner than the vibrant glare
Becomes a well of tears when
Solitude seek.

Keep your pace to thy nature,
For though the snail may sluggish
It gets great things accomplished.
For life after all, it a lousy gong
Of futility.

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