Diagnosis
There's not a prince for everyone,
So trust is given out to none,
Though the poisoned fruit might not come,
To fears it's easy to succumb,
Whilst within a crafted cocoon,
In time there'll sound a sullen tune,
As envy brings about a gloom,
Which brazenly aims to consume,
It seems there's nothing to be done,
And there is nowhere to hide or run,
There's nowhere that feels like home,
In worlds in which minds shouldn't roam,
Once tired of being kept down,
Seek that in which sorrows can drown,
The escape is at first welcome,
But with time there will come wisdom.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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