You whispered promises of tranquility
You showcased your immaculate ability
That would urge me to write.
I was mesmerized by the pathway lined with red
And trusses standing tall,
I wanted to trace my words upon things said
But you would not answer my call.
I penned nothing but blank phrases
For months on end,
All I wanted was your wisdom
Until I cried and begged.
Masses have trudged upon your way
And saw a world in perfect symmetry
Masses have managed to find what they need to say
In the land where you play sentry.
Alas I stood at the edge of your entry
Wondering if you would let me.