For you,
I’ll move the moon
to alter the course of the monsoons
that wreak havoc on your life.
Such is life,
To realign the stars
my cause is a noble one.
The grand design
time finds my mind
a hole in one.
Show me a better guide
and I’ll step aside.
The onlookers with their two eyes
are blind guides compared to my third eye.
My mind’s the prototype
The photo light
My
Prose
Glows, without the flash
Yoda like.
Just know:
This type of passion is eternal