Do not put your hope in anyone in front of you,
because you know, you wouldn’t survive in them
and that they only take advantage of your inability
to accept your own death in them.
And when you follow them,
they walk in your steps.
Only in the one you feel in yourself
will you survive.
Although small as a poppy,
he will bloom in your fields
when you die where you need to,
to live.
The Spirit of Truth 