The First Taste is Free

Some days the darkness

An unwelcome resistance

Concedes to sunlight

I am not afraid of the warmth

Or the breath of fresh air

That success represents

But rather the unknown afterlife

That begs to persist

After success sees daylight

The ever growing mountain

The cyclical repeat

That success everlasting needs

For to remain evergreen

Once you began working

Like a cog in any machine

Your work it’s forever lasting

Doomed to climb or retreat

For like the Tao details:

Work begets work

The more complicated the machine

The more time spent to maintain


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