a present,
it’s seems valuable.
but really,
it’s a curse.
a presence has inhabited.
it’s wild and on a search.
who dares to deem a wanderer,
explore the unexplored.
who knew a thing so powerful,
who dare sign the accord.
a journey to a ******,
an inconsistent high.
too warm and too forgiving,
too good to say goodbye.
so deep and so mysterious,
be careful what you ask.
for every truth is hidden behind a pleasing mask.