We boil ourselves intently
To peel away the skin
So others can then see
The artistry within
A tapestry of trials
An ever forming story
And millions though there be
Much fewer end in glory
And still the work continues
Tireless and daunting
Until the smallest boons
Are memories left haunting
But something works within us
And if we give it mind
It will punish yet propel us
‘Til we’re spent down to the rind
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