<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425593" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mistakes - 0973 - Initial Version</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mistakes we made are coming home to roost.<br>Too little energy remains to boost<br>another act as now the will to see<br>is absent from the script, and, quoting Proust, <br>'à la recherche du temps perdu' we flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We flee towards an end both known, unknown, <br>follow a path which our own past has sown, <br>here straight, there stony, everywhere its key<br>inscribed in cyphered symbols should be shown<br>to city_zen in tune with Destiny.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But fear of fear too often dissipates<br>impressions outlined by the hand that Fate's<br>swift moving finger writes, for clarity<br>is blurred by those rejecting truth's debates, <br>who blind eye turn to visibility<br>when writing on the wall anticipates<br>the fall to come, the storm which tumbles dates<br>from palm oasis in whate'er degree.<br>We look to truth, if truth there be, too late<br>to ride Time's tide towards eternity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What visibility emancipates<br>the will to change where change anticipates<br>uncertain outlook, where transparency<br>drives home fears blindness would eliminate? <br>There's none so blind as those who will not see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(3 December 2001)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jonathan+Robin">Jonathan Robin</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=425593" data-title="Mistakes - 0973 - Initial Version de Jonathan Robin" data-description="Mistakes we made are coming home to roost. Too little energy remains to boost another act as now the will to see is absent from the script, and, quoting Proust, 'à la recherche du temps perdu' we flee. We flee towards an end both known, unknown..."></div> </div> </div>

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