Between the strands of your clothes,
Upon the strings of your heart,
Nurtured purpose flourishes and grows,
The future is true… Within true art.

While wasting time over worn-out advice,
Watching a not so wise man skin and flay,
It is clear, that stubbornness carries a harsh price,
The price of love and happiness I shall not pay.

© Sayer Teller

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