Do you ever wish by the gates of fate,
As it’s pulse beats by your ear drums, knowing having a seat at that table,
in all your uncomeatable compassion,
to seek a justice you feel you have not breathed a second of your life.
And just to be…
Do you think you could change the sky and color it purple,
Or be that cushion of comfort at night,
As they sleep knowing the next day will be better than today.
To be forever ridden of vain glory.
I see that in your eyes as they ponder,
In that vast ocean,
wishing for you, to share it when you are ready.