I once heard a story an aeon ago.
Of what laid within, the youngest page knows.
A fairy tale of knight and maiden, the dragon at the top,
Was lost within the sun-dried world, forever stopped.
The book, her mouth was sealed shut within a film of dust.
Oh child, let your mind, your thirsty mind, release its lust
And pry her mouth open yet again.
A sated euphoria it seeks to gain,
For young minds are empty, yet full of an unending stream.
I once heard a story, cut at the seams.
I parted too early, for I a new generation emerged.
Pray haps, my son, your mind, in place of mine, will surge.