LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

Cunning well defines

The wrong path chosen,

Where the shortcut seems easy,

But the destination is hidden.

The mind, clever and swift,

Draws routes in vain,

Confusing the heart that seeks

The truth and reason.

Being clever is not always being wise,

For the shine of deception seduces,

But the light that seems to guide

Gradually diminishes.

In the end, the price of cunning

Is the weight of illusion,

For those who follow the false

Lose their soul and direction.

Choosing the crooked path

May seem like a sure decision,

But cunning betrays the just,

And the truth is the only banner.

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