Children of daughters without fathers
follow the piper and me
without seeing the cloud of chaos
that lies in front of the
sea of nameless faces,
they stair back at me
I am no leader but I am
less lost
than thee
So let us follow the yellow
birch road to where
the wild things roam
lay in the sea of tranquility
and let the children free
They find their names carved
in hearts on the trees
I want to find love beneath
their shoes and let them slip
on the lust of longing
for anything but
loneliness
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