Persons

Does the peril of a life so perfect Squander unwept tears Does the shiny saucer of a world Call the horrid fear If I disclose a million-fold The welcome do they serve I swear the rugged tundra lie Beneath a twin-bridged stream So open do I say I lift you herald high Does one who's undeserved Flow gently without flight Does it matter here What genre I portray Does it matter then again That I've lost my square on life How many times will it take till I see What my maker wants of me How many writings will I send Till I meet my calling, please