Scrolls of Life

Scrolls have been dispersed
Around our limited universe,
And the birds of our ancient tree
Obtained a new inept hobby:
Manipulation of scrolls where
The needs are bargained in nearby markets,
The wants are bragged blatantly in plain sight,
And a profitable land – stolen,
In a natural biome – broken,
So, forgive me if I stepped outside and chosen
To fly away from this tree to find a remedy,
Maybe the answer is embedded within
A different scroll somewhere in a far land,
Hope energises the dance of my wings,
As if a fluent skill in a foreign language:
A deed meant to disguise a need,
Limited by the scrolls of this universe.

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