The PorterA Lament

<br>I could bend the genius` course<br>Could give wisdom to the blunt<br>But I doubt they would be grateful<br><br>One wish, a breeze to blow over<br>the shelves and piles of souvenirs<br><br>If only they would come to see<br>Knowing ages pass before a tree<br>Will spoil us with complexity<br>They`d be worth a hall of memories<br><br>But it`s fools I deal with day and night<br>Fools that only come for short insight<br>Though all of past hence waits<br>In sanctity`s sweet embrace.<br><br>Hear my song of reverence<br>To the precious gifts that countenance<br>To clamber high and dig so deep<br>And seek what everyone should seek.<br><br>It`s him again - the sullen -<br>With eyes in envy`s mist and woe<br>Out for refuge in a glimpse of bliss<br><br>A short delusion<br>A frenzy grasp at nothingness<br>A frenzy grasp at nothingness:<br><br>Echoes pound so loud in me<br>Voices longing for tranquility<br>A course is set for stormy seas<br>Leading through the hall of memories<br><br>But it`s fools I deal with day and night<br>Fools that only come for short insight<br>Though all of past hence waits<br>In sanctity`s sweet embrace.<br><br>I could bend the genius` course<br>Could give wisdom to the blunt<br>But I doubt they would be grateful.