Tuesday, June 14, 2016

The Wisdom Tree

Whose vows am I to fill,
Which distorts my present will,
I went to seek solace and peace
In busy and crowded streets

An epiphany once I bore,
Seeking wisdom to the core;
Then I learnt what I sought,
Was in this place only bought

Mere survival though souls it kills,
Failed to dampen my utmost will;
Faithfully imprisoned until the end,
The ways were always going to bend

Thus I refuse to refute the sense,
Which fills this atmosphere dense;
I shall always in my soul be free,
Under my proverbial wisdom tree