Price

 

In shallow baubles some find recourse,

for a time,

a sense of emptiness to be filled,

the void,

too many on the precipice,

as the piper plays on.

 

Following was never the only choice,

unless the heart leads,

then I follow with eyes wide open,

the drum beat is my own.

 

Few see,

even less seek,

the greatest treasure ,

has no price,

yet the rewards are boundless.

 

Stoic

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