Never try to reason or attempt to find it,
With anyone who has spent...
An entire existence,
Running away to get solace...
Behind the comfort of denial.
The only thing proven by the doing of this,
Is a kick in the rear end...
When a comprehension is wished.
To leave a mind bruised by one who refuses truth.
Yet...
The one who tries to reason,
Usually isn't the one...
Advocating with a fighting done,
To hide immaturity or insecurities seen.
When a comprehension is wished,
The atmosphere and climate...
May not be suitable for it to permit.
If conflicts within it continues to exist.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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