Of memories and deconstructions

Experiences are what makes a man,
Is it true for me?
Gratification abstains the trees,
Who bear the fruits for free.
Would I be only used as a seed?
Weeds endure the worst storms,
Only weak enough to be rolled over by the tiny rabbits
Is it the same for me?
Lived my life
In search of good and god,
He is there, they feel, but for me?
The path of equilibrium and serenity,
Is it open for me?
Yes, says an acquaintance, if you live life with zest, it all is! 

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