chace

a never ending road

with twists and turns

sometimes it's rocky and uneven

but sometimes it's straight and clear

the secret of the road is

that it is ever-changing 

everyone walks this road

there is a crow
that leads the youth
it gives them hope, happiness, shock and many more
it helps the young see a possible future 
if the future is a fog than that crow is a torch in the distance
that reveals a path in the fog

Oh god of mercy, Oh wild god
Where have you gone?
Where have your blessings disappeared to?
We need you

Oh human, Oh human
I have gone nowhere
My blessings have gone nowhere

I am a bonsai tree

Getting cut into the shape society wants

Horrified of what would happen if i let it out

I would be looked down on

Shunned by everyone

Society is a woodpecker and i'm a frail tree

there is a city
that stays bright even at night
using lamps that do not use oil and torches that do not burn
buildings that pierce the heavens
signs that shine brighter than the stars
this city must have been created by god

A piece of trash

Floating on the ocean

Being moved by the waves

What used to be treasure

Is now trash floating on the ocean

one day it will come back to land

Not as trash but as treasure