To My Prodigies

I wish I could tell
You that it would get better,
But we all know the

Truth. The world was not
Made for the intricate, the
Deliberate, those

Who would pursue pure
Wisdom. It is made for the
Simple, straightforward

Simpleton, one who
Is intelligent enough
To keep quiet not

Like you, who demand
Answers and honesty and
Consistency. You

Want the world to be
Better than you, but it is
Far worse, cruder, more

Ugly than you could
Conceive. When you have to face
It, remember that

They can only put
On you that which you accept.
Deny them any

Victory, define
Your highest good, and always
Remember to smile.

What you have is more
Worthwhile than anything
From their wildest dreams.

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