Flutes playing in the distant streets
Unknown to neighborhood feets
They've been led by the pipe piper
Enchantment with beats of the past
Spiraling not up but downwards in utter confusion
What is a lesson if it has not been learned?
What is the blessing if gone unheard?
Rivoting through the streets
Waiting for a body to only recieve
Flute wisdom soaked up
Seeping into the cracks of tears and years of yearning
Yearning for something more
To be continued
