Guru

Follow me, he firmly said,
I’m the guru, I’ll sort your head,
Give me your house, your jewels, your wealth,
I’ll sort your fears and fix your health.

But what proof do I have, should I hand you my keys?
Oh foolish young heart, there’s no guarantees.

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