Come home now
Dear lost savants
You can't save them all
It's not what they want
Weaving webs of sticky persuasion
Venomous insinuations
Looking through the dark
Of what love really means
The distance between us
Mere words upon a wing
Come back
It's a birds eye view
You've been lost
And their waiting for you
Dear lost savants
Please return
The world out there
Will always burn!
Traveler Tim