I never saw the symptoms... or if I did i chose to ignore them. I never heard the advice... or if I did I chose not to heed it. I never smelt the smoke... or if I did I breathed deeper. A proverb is not tangible... so I breathed no fire. Nothing burned... I felt no pain. Nothing died... I was not sad.  

For though blindness is a curse as much as sight is a blessing, each role can be reversed until the light becomes depressing, individuals messing, stressing, each inflated with their self inflicted lesson, preaching their teachings to a man who cannot listen, a new style self christened, messiah with a child's vision, imprisoned, by the sights and sounds of derision, but he fights around his decision, try and focus the jokers on his mission, for this isn't religion; its the system, and he's the victim, repeatedly missed him, but undefeated he kissed them on both cheeks, in so doing he dissed them, pissed them right off into the distance, meets resistance with persistance, until they offer him assistance, a collective of opinions.

And this is the future, no need for the sutures, a world no longer held by shooters, knives and useless lives, men beating wives, when they the cheatin liars, no respect for a child, reject the wild, we are one held in a smile, so fragile, one wrong move and that smiles vile, a symbol of the human bile, seeping through all the while, and we must fight man woman and child, protect what we built, reject what we spilt, pickin up the pieces makes a man wilt, his damned guilt, corrupts him to the hilt, until he's rotten inside and doesn't know what he felt.

The lesson isn't hard, these scars, are born out of our own palms, our own hands and our own hearts, if it falls apart, dont blame the start, your here now and you can play your own part, deal your own cards, I'm not a soldier but I've lived through wars, grew cold until I stepped back... paused, and what I saw was yours.

Take your chances.