They revel in delusteration and steals the time of life the prime energy of youths
You see them in the streets and bus stops,in the churches and mosques
In the busses and ceremonies
It is not too hard yourself from the menu
And to those talkatives if you like them if you re the type who loves eggheads ,do they make intellectual conversation?
If not they re not your type.
My little friends on the streets bring me to wisdom
And a handful of them
Do I barely have them?
I think none or less and I could reflect I do inspire them than they do
This overwhelming embarrassment provided a muse
That the cities and streets barely have them
And when you see them and asses with my criteria
They re never complete and I had to manage them
And we sharpen each other.
Delusterants are those you contribute more to them
And they contribute so much little to you
You think you need them or you think they need you
One day is coming you would realise either
I think you need them to keep yourself up to date than they need you
But when you slack and hardly fill yourself
Or hardly do great stuffs with your intelligence
They might move like lightning speed and leave you behind .
Only then would it dawn on you you badly needed to be on your toe
And when they evanesce into vanishing distance
You may come back to your senses
And start to be yourself.
Unless two friends maketh themselves rich together
The path of friendship is nothing but evils of frenemies
Unless they make it and wish each other welfare of the success
They found together the path of friendship is nothing but evils of frenemies.
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