In search of truth.
Selling, trading,
The wisdom fruit.
Where does he come from,
His travel route.
Curses flying,
His search is moot.
It was meant for you,
I wish you knew.
What he searches,
It was meant for you.
Forbidden fruit and,
The fountain of youth,
It is meant for you.
The light is shining,
At the tunnels end.
No one sees it,
Coz its around a bend.
Stumbling backwards,
We fear the friend.
Keep on forward,
You will start a trend.
It was meant for you,
I wish you knew.
What he searches,
It was meant for you.
Forbidden fruit and,
The fountain of youth,
It is meant for you.
The path he's chosen,
Leads to just one place.
Darkness closing,
Around a saddened face.
Where he came from,
Was lost in grace.
It's a singular effort,
It was not a race.
It was meant for you,
Forbidden fruit and,
The fountain of youth,
It is meant for you.
P.S.> This is my 100th original song/poem. A 100 works in and I still feel I haven't said anything. Maybe I should go about getting these in print... Lets see...
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