A Year More Wise

The tales we’re told

are forever too old

to mean anything

to anyone looking 

for reason.


This life we live

can us only give

any satisfaction

or sort of reaction

to freedom.


Liberate yourself.

Untell the lies

that you’ve heard

for years.

No one ever made less

of themselves

through tears,

rather fears.


So fall,

fall hard,

and let the skin break,

the blood run,

the bruises form.


The pain is only there 

to remind you,

and let you know how sweet

the pleasure can be.


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