ENSO: PINNOCIO’S THEME
He came in with the issuing storm
A little boy lost in the lonely field
Of Dreams
Led on by the Wiseman's talking light
Apostle's love dripping, the boy
Maybe a Man, sees me and
I know
I had crushed his bones under
The weight with my years
Until he stripped his wings
And sat beside me. Fronting
A fireplace to say;
“The winter
Is dead. And the night was a cold come hither;
I have kissed Summer Winds since before the world began
But my youth still has yet to wither
Am I his broken temptation?
Each day becomes more difficult to know that
I’ve rejected the open door in
Nature’s lap,
Not to be confused with creation”
I laugh from the shadows
And betrayed the wooden boy’s wrestle
To the watchful eye of millions. This
Is magnificence!
I say, this is to perfect your encore, uh…a metaphor
Let this be a testament to your resilience!
Benjamin Black-Odinma
He came in with the issuing storm
A little boy lost in the lonely field
Of Dreams
Led on by the Wiseman's talking light
Apostle's love dripping, the boy
Maybe a Man, sees me and
I know
I had crushed his bones under
The weight with my years
Until he stripped his wings
And sat beside me. Fronting
A fireplace to say;
“The winter
Is dead. And the night was a cold come hither;
I have kissed Summer Winds since before the world began
But my youth still has yet to wither
Am I his broken temptation?
Each day becomes more difficult to know that
I’ve rejected the open door in
Nature’s lap,
Not to be confused with creation”
I laugh from the shadows
And betrayed the wooden boy’s wrestle
To the watchful eye of millions. This
Is magnificence!
I say, this is to perfect your encore, uh…a metaphor
Let this be a testament to your resilience!
Benjamin Black-Odinma
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