Ode To Rupi

The sheep all feast on milk and honey it's empty and it's meaningless but it's packaged up just right Words of legends go ignored in the shadow of this fraud while the flock will head toward what they've been told to Today everything seems watered down the fakes have climbed the tree it's all about who wears the crown and runs from dignity It seems the further back I go the more treasure I find treasure for the soul treasure for the mind