Telemachus

Telemachus Ask Telemachus! Penelope is aware of your grief and glow, Go on, don't feel low You are her beach Fly high and across every breach. Ask him: She lived with you in Ithaca Wanna see you in Makka Where there is a rift Pure air always lifts The sorrow of uncertain lot And you never caught in the fret and fever of any sought. Ask him, She brought up thee And don't be a flee Swing like eucalyptus in the air Be rare and don't fear. Ask him You are the bright ray An undiminished sway Go and grip the intangible way Come and click don't delay. Ask him: You are the light Glow and flow And don't feel low The world is full of foe.