From Wisdom
From Wisdom
Why must you be so petty
Arguing endless points that get you nothing
Why are you always looking to be pretty
As if good comes from objects of something
Why when you try to think
Is there a wall preventing me
From entering
You claim that I am dear to you
That you crave me like precious food
And yet you are always distracted
Gazing at things that seem attractive
Those things will melt away
Into the endless fields of gray
You wish that I can be bought
Only with years can I be sought
Don’t let this turn you away
If you think that you might die today
I will find the young
That search for words upon their tongue
My wings shall brush your face
If only you look for my sweet grace
But once you have me
I can drift off into the sea
You must strive to keep
My advice you must seek
Solomon asked of God for a take
But then he grieved of my weight
When he had me he cried all day
And said all things run
Evilly under the sun
I never change you know
When God spoke
He granted me a form
And with it I became a storm
I rampaged throughout the world
Making wars unfurl
As I was granted to Adam and Eve
So they wished they never had me
And now I am here with you
A weak being of finite fools
My touch on you hurts your mind
Your own soul you can hardly find
Although you are young
You have the same problems under the sun
As many before your time
Which is to separate this heart of mine
From your own to which you are defenseless
And if you do not succeed I shall drive you senseless
In the beginning of my reign
You will bathe in my fame
When I completely take you over
And if you failed to separate me from yours
Madness won’t be far away
And I with insanity shall stay
Your mortal mind cannot take
My whole might like a sudden make
That is why I come with years
But if you want me now
You to me shall bow
And soon your mind will be given to me
That is what I feast on you see
The young think they of me possess
But what they have is only distress
Though I have landed on your head
I warn you to be careful instead
So long ago I was picked from a tree
And now I am a deadly disease
Do not say that I have not warned you
For many days of terror shall ensue