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When will you come out

of the jokes

of your own skin

the skin you still believe

is filled with

childish innocence

when will you take your feet

out of the pond

of stubbornness

you are not going

any deeper

it is a mind-made pond

you keep swimming

with the same fish

you put there yourself

some are already dead

you do not even know

they may still move

inside your memory

as if they are alive

but they are only

sediments now

settled

at the bottom

when will you stop believing

that every person you meet

is worth trusting

do they really have to

rip your soul apart

carry it to the market

and weigh your innocence

for every penny

they can get

before you learn

when will you stop waiting

at the sign

that already tells you

to go

you keep standing there

thinking someone will return

and stand beside you

until the light

turns red again

no

not everyone wants

to stay in the shade

with you

you can think

and think

and think

but dude

at the crossroads of life

sometimes thinking

is only another way

of standing still

you need to move

you need to know

which road is yours

even when nobody

walks beside you

and when people clap

do not believe

every sound

sometimes

you strike a four

and they praise it

as a six

learn the difference

between applause

and truth

between waiting

and hope

between innocence

and blindness

then step out

of that pond

the road

has been green

for a long time