Yes, I'm truly a great fool,
Living among demons,
Please don't give me lessons,
About reality and illusion —
This old man just likes,
To tell himself -
"You are on the right track",
I wade through thorny bushes,
With lanky legs and heavy load,
A bag of thoughts on my head,
To sow these in fine spring weather,
That's my life, that is my purpose,
The harvesters owe me nothing,
It is free from Divine providence,
For those who value and need.
Mykoul
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