A Cold Path

Cluelessness, path of empty happiness,

wraps humans with false comfort,

as reality happens outside the blanket.

It warms you until it gets too cold.

Shivers and pain you start to feel, 

as reality starts to press on you,

wounding you for what feels like forever.

Wisdom, the antibody of existence,

won’t heal you from the cold.

It will protect you as the misery goes on.

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