I know
I never have enough
still the little I have left
I give to you
so when I run on empty
you would've been
a few miles ahead of me.

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

sparrows of the mind
fall unnoticed