When will life be better?
Am I not Patient?
The sun is still bright.
The stars still twinkle,
but my mind is dismingled.
The wise man said, “It all comes with wisdom”.
I am not wise?
“It all comes with wisdom”.
The emotions flow through my veins as well as you,
I understand the beauty of you.
You? Mammal.
Our eyes see not, but me I understand.
The magnitude of our land.
Our land! Wise man!
“It all comes with wisdom”
This I know,
but your guidance will ease the flow.
Choices are not mistakes,
mistakes are accidental.
Not thought out and well planned,
so although my eyes are immature,
And my hair is not yet touch with knowledge.
I tune in as if I was watching the news,
So tell me, when will I stumble?
What will make me crumble?
When will my rocks began to rumble?
For I do not know,
yet you do wise man.
Still you turn to me with much delight,
and rejoice that same old sang as if it was the most elegant words in the universe.
“It all comes with wisdom”, the wise man replied