A letter to the sages
Truth has replaced touch, I need the wings back.
Live the light in a world covered in Ivory black.
Passion for those in misery, story of boy turned man.
So beautiful to be, feeling weight inwardly as liberty’s master plan.
Solid dreams of gold built by the tears of all,
weak as a child’s caul, until time calls and i fall.
I’d like to see them smile, so they see that of you, never hostile.
I forever need to grow , because my soul is pure and fertile.