Little Thorns...

Little thorns are sticking in my sides,
Keeping me from getting where I need to be.
Making travel a damn sight more uncomfortable.
"If you don't get rid of them, they'll turn worse."
What if you use them as a catalyst?
For what? Hurt?
These little thorns can turn to gaping wounds.
No need for that.
Non-confrontational optimism is prescribed.
Piss-poor dressing for these wounds though.
When I travel through the desert, I get thorns in my side.
When I travel through the desert, it's just me and my thorns.
Then it's just me.
Then I'm out of the desert.
I'm trying to leave anyway.
I want to leave this place.