Lessons.

You continuously kick my feet out from underneath me.Beg me to learn some mind-blowing lesson.As I watch the blood trickle down my legs,I continue to kneel.There is broken glass under my flesh.You advise me to rework the glass and flesh into a new masterpiece.I pause as I chase after my breath.You are right.I know this craft much to well.And I will scoop up the remnants of my tangible soul,slowly standing,wading through this lesson.