Wait for Spring
Esperanto of the soul. Sly fox of fantasy. The conversion of guilt. The shake & bake diet. You are what you eat.
If you know what it is, you’re a part of it. A wise man said that and got strapped down for torture. Nothing serious, a few hot irons on the nipples, a pencil shoved thru his ear drum. Six months later he was free again and he knew what it was.
Reality gets turned into fantasy and then back again, a pharmaceutical wonderland.
Steer clear or rallies and wait for spring.