Staying away might be too simple,
The very idea is not gonna be useful,
For the ones who think they aren't
Part of the crew, wish you needn't
Have to mess up for not being involved
As well, every word once told need not be retold,
For every word is crystal clear and there
Needn't be a memory device to store it elsewhere,
Take the chance when it is right in front,
Thrust your ego far away and start with your hunt,
What's the purpose in feeling sad!
Is there an earnest reason in getting mad!
One might say a hundred words to give directions,
Who is on the way to head to the finish only counts,
Anger and ego can destroy everything at hand,
If epiphany struck you, you would at least join hands.
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