On a slow morning

It’s enticing, a sage’s blessing,

There’s no reason to deny it;

A tribe of true warriors offering a free pass at initiation,

God herself beckons with a promise of restitution,

An elixir with no philosophical catch,

So why don’t I drink it?

When something is too good to be true

Even if it’s light at the end of a tunnel,

I’ll keep my distance, so it cannot blind me;

I am drooling, I am so hungry,

But there’s nothing I can do

For I’m a skeptic at heart