No Thorns
Don’t ask
questions for they may hurt
Smugness
often behind questions is a cert
Inquisitiveness
is not cute, it sends out an alert
Life’s
not a cutesy skirt, it often throws dirt
So think,
the freedom to or not
Tactful
and intuitive never ties you in a knot
Play down
achievement and failures whisper
Eliminate
criticism or you’ll be a viper
Sweet
silence, not at all for it’s also lonesomeness
Decisions
between doing, idleness or suicide notes
Faces
never tell for smiles frequently hide the tale
No blame,
you see its life’s random gale
Embrace
now to the maximum and be tired to tell the past
Always
better to run to the future, now being cast
Judge by
passions and the love will be apparent
That
identity makes happiness a contagious event
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