Laggan Rhye - void part I
Dear Sir.
Since wealth and truth can not coexist
your position has been ended.
Regards,
The establishment
Yes it’s me writing a letter
Two hundred forty three words combined
Mere fifteen words are even
But I, I do not mind
Odd words find their way
Seldom are they right
Telling me what’s good, what’s wrong
The truth I cannot find
Why are we human?
Why am I the sane?
Where can I find the true men?
It’s me, it’s you, it’s the same.
Not to be mistaken
I’m not the sentinel
I’m not the guardian angel
I’m the message that can tell
Why are we persons?
Why am I the sound?
Where can I find the stash?
We are all lost and found.