Your lips keep moving
Mumbling words
Thinking they inspire us,
While they don’t
You regret your choices
and try guide me a way
When wisdom is not a trait of yours
Nor of me.
Like an Iris we plead to be
Beside those graves of dissimilar faces
But that’s not who we are,
Just mere humans we be.
Time may walk slow
Never will we inherit lords wisdom
We just need to walk
Fall and make mistakes
Learn from them and hold on to our scars.
Purple iris can mean wisdom, and it’s said that they were planted over graves to summon the Greek goddess iris which led people to there trip to the heavens.