a million words to speak
for a thinker to place
across the town haven't Wanderer
walking and longing to this wisdom
have thought.
the game is not war for the war is a game.
in the circus the lion king remained.
the Acquaintance of many.
their laugh is my curiosity.
a man wave goodbye
my son I left you undone.
don't grave the value of today
time is contagious for what is coming.
from the tree in the mountain top
I clearly remember the city of pardon
is dying.
a thinker is a Wanderer
for he who speaks to your agony.
the city of wisdom seeking for Truth
but living in the place we're he hated most.
the path he created to walk
and the word speak the language of yourself.

© kimbe