And towards the dais I saw you, at the door
I walked fast, but when I arrived there
It seemed empty, as before.
I followed where I thought you went
And found myself in scattered rays
Of smiling sunshine sadly spent
On enlightening abruptly the simpletons ways
They ran for joy amongst the grass
And the younger ones, I saw them kick
A football, to and fro amongst their class
As the builders flourished brick by brick
I asked them why they would care to fix
The crumbling tower, fallen before
They laughed and said it could not occur
That luck would not confuse them with her tricks
That loneliness was the only thing that they thought more
Of, for when I asked who was to be send up
Inside that granite god, they shook their heads
And reached inside, their leather boots, only to find
A scrap of paper, stained and strewn, which they gave to me
And they turned their backs and continued to mix
The potion strong, yet soft and weak
And before I had a chance to speak
I heard a whistle, loud and clear
And almost for an entire second I saw a leak
Of something which I could call fear
Dripping from their work-worn ears.
I saw them walk in the direction,
Of a simple house, yet with affection
The mothers they took up their children
Who walked away from their games without such as a tear.
Intrigued by their lack of opposition, I too
Made towards the monotonous mountain of grey.
Only to be shocked, to see you as you preach.
Of things too impossible, to silence or say.
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