at first
you were born
with all the
beginnings of
the innocent one
you believe that
everything is a friend
everyone is affection
you wake up
seeing the truth of
all these
banalities
cruelties
stealth
you change a bit
now cautious
take years to learn
what is real
at the height of
all these
in the mellowness of
you age
you accept everything
saying yes, yes, yes,
and concludes: it does not matter
i am just passing by.
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