The wise ones say they are afraid of words,
You live your existence with the wisdom of today;
But the calves of this world deny gears that matter,
They are providers of beautiful flesh to be so selfless.
I have talked with lives that matter and master,
They have conversations of the hereafter.
Those roses and starfish of the past
Melt like the black clouds in the wilder skies.
But life is a question, the life of a man is about skies
Lingering in the head of the hurrying men.
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