The Path

We think of nought

we’re simply taught.

Box on the wall

is our downfall.

There is no truth

told to our youth.

Pain comes from pain;

drives us insane.

The Path’s confused

and rarely used.

Must not be lost

at any cost.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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