In his mind’s cavernous abyss,
Thoughts run rampant, wild and free.
Ravaging his soul with a guilt laden memory.
Eternal wanderer in a quest for bliss,
And what does he have to show?
Heavy lies the crown of thorns.
But the bearer it adorns,
Has a beatific smile, the sun shining on his brow.
And then the wanderer spake,
Pain is incidental,
But suffering, is a choice you make.
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