All that's worthy takes time
on the path of heavy questions
on the path of heavy questions
your feet full of wounds
and a humbling sacrifice.
A vain heart wanders
in search of new fame
in search of shortcut bridges
with their own written name.
They call themselves holy,
healers, mystics, stars
they've learnt few special words
to feed on souls while passing time
they move like golden snakes
and spread arms like giant birds
they take off their clothes
when left out of fancy words
they chant around bridges
they preach of holy grail
they despise your blood
they despise their own shame.
Do not speak to them
do not get seduced
the rocky road you're on
is the only one to choose.
