[afterthought]

i am nothing but dust
yet gloriously formed
to please you
to be with you
to be a platform
for the life in you
in us,

my humble form
carries, generations
of the royalty dethroned
obedience forces me to freedom
breaking the ties meanwhile

future sounds like thousand crystal bells
in the gentle evening wind
if this tightrope is made of barbed wire
i’ll just fly across, unharmed
fountain of honey.