O that brilliant mind
So treasured there, but not to find
Alight me to your inspiration
Tell me, in the wisps of happenstance
As pseudopods, formed from mine
Reach out into timely air
For new ideas, as I'm trying to capture
Good culture.

Like a living door to entirely new worlds
Inside a shell sunken to the deep
Never to be found again,
O that brilliant mind.

Like the unassuming thoughts of a passerby
Unseen potentials in those eyes
Like when you pretend you're boring,
You could never be boring to me.

Don't hide away your golden tale,
Expand your story, drape your veil
And know your song is never done
But lives on,
It's the only one.