For the eyes to wonder in a book,
And a chef teaches how to cook,
Will we ever find a treasure piece?
And forever live in a world of peace?
For the eyes to explore another page
About warlords and a wizard’s rage,
Such is the comparison of today’s time,
Rhythmic beats lost in an epic rhyme.
For the eyes to listen in deafening silence,
Rediscovering nature’s magical essence,
To let an apartment block in a major city
Is to follow a materialistic life in self-pity.
For the eyes to create a majestic drawing,
And voices of birds merge into a painting,
Juggling fateful footsteps as it sings,
Spreading those royal angelic wings.
For the eyes to tell amazing stories
About a wise man in his mid-forties,
Who lost his soul and a bit of his mind,
And wrote this book about mankind.
Tuesday, 16thof June 2015