Burning desires roar within.
Will success and love be found?
Immediate wants lurk infinitely driving
Eating the silence of me
Sleep's majesty absorbed with open eyes
The curse of the firstborn....
Pursuit of the parchment yields confusion
While the answer lies in dusty corners
Covered by tradition and blindness.
It screams my name
begs my presence
demands inner attention
and pulls at the depths of being
Only a father's wishes could keep someone
The voice is right and it has won
Change sneers on the horizon...
an evil grin
and after only four years.
In May my adventure ends