Do not Become a Thornless Rose

My Daily Prayer to Life:

Dear Truth, I shall gladly be thy fool in appearance for the crowd.
In exchange for the teachings and truth you may bestow.

What do you want me to be today dear life?
Love, Rage, Gentleness, Cold or Warmth?
Shall I be a tear of sadness, or a storm of grief?
Shall I be a hero, or will today all laugh at me?
What adventure will I be, what magic will I become?
I am open to all, make of me anything you need.
I am thy noble Knight and also your loyal Steed.
Dear Life flow freely as you must through me.


(All these fine ladies have thorns that require care, for she will make you bleed if you touch her wrongly)