cost of learning

I found my happiness Being sold in bottles at the clinic, Marked with happy faces. For the price of two meals - I learned to smile again, I learned of peace. From a man behind a screen, Who told me to rid of worldly pleasures, Hiding behind a paywall of greed. For the price of all my comfort - I learned to be free, I learned to love my chains. I saw a weak smile once From someone who felt like me Whose cologne had a tinge of death. For the price of all my illusions I learned what comfort is, I learned to see myself.