My heart bursts with homage
As I am directed to the eternity,
A place filled with wonders,
My head is then blueprinted
with pities, lessons, poets, languages,
Names of the significant, quotes,
Artists and their arts,
mentors, philosophy, and architecture.
I ponder, and ponder,
No slothful gratitude is enough,
To bask in your light,
When withering attention paid to me,
I bite my lips trying hard to keep myself
from steering off the road,
And service myself to the opinion pages
of the locale paper.