You can lead a horses-a/ss to water,But you can't make him think.
“ Better to be thought of as a fool, than to open your mouth and remove all doubt. “
Chronics were playing in the fields,Dreaming memories of idylic childhoodSpent snapping peppers and eggplantHardly knowing what joys they'd found;Bodies broken, spirits worn from trialTheir last dollar spent in deep denialOf life now lost to inscrutable fateIn muddy fields again their ends await
" No matter where you go, there you are. "