To those who cross the webs of life, to those who know which way is right.

To those who weep to hear the sound, of a thousand crowns being won.

To those who will one day I see, read these words of mine and be, 

Enlightened by their simple message. A prose of better days to come.

Yet while this is small, and assumes to persuade nothing,

Their complexities are by design.

And I wonder what purpose they could possibly bring,

These sentences of mine.