If ignorance could be beauty what pretty souls we would be?
Like the sleeping mountains
we shall marvel as mutes,
and be ragging deaf
as the shunned wild skies.
Like a feather from a fleeing crow
we would fly,
and sparkle like a fish,
that just died.
Like the tempting Sun in vain,
that will never collect the drops of rain;
we'll be mad waves searching for land,
just because we always crave.
The Gods have proclaimed we always say,
but to look around we always forget.
To ride a starving horse is not a must,
because you are a warrior who is soon to be dust.