An Educator of Fortune

I came across a thought My mind it caught Of the bygone that I lived From which I was ripped For the rest of my life All I took was a glance Of a tutor of chance With whom I wish to hold hands Over all these lumping lands For the rest of my life I ask her why a blue sky She shoots back why I can take no more of this emotion Such of that of a fateful bitter potion For the rest of my life I take a glimpse of the monastery To which I hold the pass of entry At the bricks that were carved of enlightenment And at the steady environment For the rest of my life Now I sit on her throne Delighted to be her clone If this were not the end For her I would have sent For the rest of my life