Lost in questions

Surrounded by the piety of men
The belligerence of politicians
Dedicated to causes I don’t understand

Raises the question
What should I do?
Should I seek the wisdom of men?

No, I shall not join the echoes of clanging gongs
Although I am more pirate than pious
I am but a rescued wretch, floundering in the wind

Still, I shall seek the wisdom of love
Revel in the delights of true beauty
Wrap me in your arms

Sing gently your songs of kindness
Make me alive, make me new again
Consume me

May rivers of joy flow out
As you teach me how to live
In this world that is not my home

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