You must travel far, out of your way
In order to free yourself completely

You must climb over your old friends and enemies

Hitchhike out of tunnel visions
Moonwalk away from culpability

Dive into sinkholes of fears
Fly out of a pit of therapies

Dive into shells of feelings
Fly out of manuals of dreams

You must walk through forests of clichés
Through deserts of being
Breaking chains of denial
For yourself, by yourself

Truth is the broth you offer
Sharing it with stone cold strangers

Trading analogies for beets
Morals for rubber
Dead ends for fish
Heartaches for heat

Thorns always float to the surface
What are trials without garnish?

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