Some poisons are sweet to taste
But destined to invade,
Some medicines are bitter to the tongue
Though whole again you’ll be made.
Though it’s true not all invasions are evil
And medicine is not food
It’s going to take all your fight
To combat this blight.
Ooh to sort one’s thoughts out
Question each and every one,
It’s grueling and exhausting
If you give up I don’t blame you.
It’s less like finding a needle in a haystack,
More like finding the needle in a stack of needles,
The one with ill intent.
Do you know where to start?
First avoid any natural tendency
And see if your feet find better ground,
Then walk into the light
No matter how much it hurts.
– Vagabond Prophet
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