PICKING AT SCABS
PICKING AT SCABS
There’s a link between smart and dumb
Like just when things start to get better
As if a wound on the skin as it’s healing
Picking at the scab feels quite appealing
But is not following process to the letter
Such choices made are worse than some
It happened whilst fiddling with a knife
Now just stop digging if you’re in a hole
A scab is the body’s protective response
Yet it may not be what the instinct wants
It’s the way we feel when not in control
That resonance between instinct and life
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