Paths are new, ways are old,
sundry things, never really told.
For what are words, for experience,
- only glow worms in darkness dense.
Step by step, it all makes sense,
if I live past the experience.
Love, passion or the angry me,
I can hold on to it, or be free!
Sometimes I regret, sometimes I burn,
(if) deluded by these, I keep taking the wrong turn.
Given into love, trapped by hate,
wanting the heaven, opens hell’s gate.
Love can’t be panacea unless it is pure,
love impure only ‘wants’ more and more.
And what is business, dealing with tradesmen,
if you leave honesty in deep dark den.
Perhaps this is a new world, new rules apply …
~Secrets of success are old, they will never really die!
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