How to enjoy thorn soup
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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