Find your own truth

The knowledge isn't common — yet,
but it will be; make no bet
on doors with locks. They never hold.
The fun was never in the gold —
it's lighting roads so you can see:
the building, the teaching, the setting-free.

Opinionated? Yes — and proud.
I say it plain, I say it loud,
then turn by morning, unashamed:
what I believed, I've since reframed.
The only craft that never ends
is bending where the evidence bends.

So disagree. Keep what rings true,
then go — the rest is up to you.
Don't chase my truth, don't walk my line;
find your own. It was never mine.

A thanks is plenty. Send three friends.
And to be fair — if you've coin to spare,
the Ko-fi's open, the Sponsors there.
But nothing's owed. That's where it ends.