Now breathes wistful the conquest wind
one that lead once a myriad to pinnacle’s
prerogative, Alas! for the myriad rescinds
adherence to sense with airs most cynical.
Now breathes wistful the conquest wind
one that lead once a myriad to pinnacle’s
prerogative, Alas! for the myriad rescinds
adherence to sense with airs most cynical.
This made me think. Often the thirst for change, and thus conquest, is a simple unifying force but it is not often satisfied by a single answer unless it is one that opens up options for the myriad in its many parts. A difficult thing to address for any people. All over the world the dissatisfaction of this sort of interplay breeds mistrust and cynicism, further clouding good judgment and sense which are already rare commodities. But there is hope…
I know there is, but sometimes it eludes me.
You and I, both, Brother…