911 - One Line Poem

Look at thy steps for heights will deceive thee.

The disease of licking boots must be cease.

Be unafraid to be torn nor worn, for you will reborn.

Thy gave warmth at the price o' thine sanity, is it worth it?

It is up to you how will you cherish the tires of a wheel.

Be afraid and yet, brave to turn thyself from seed to leaf.

The path full of knives might be better than flowers.

Feel how the water flows down on thy body.

As a mud, people will realize thy real value.

Let the time unveil thy true form like a rainbow.

No one will be thine salvation but thy self.

Do not lose yourself just to have a morsel of cheese.