Awaiting on earth to complete a 180 rotation
Anxious for his new day to begin
Much still needs to be done
Before witnessing final moon and sun.
Much still needs to be written down
Before his words become property of ‘unknown’
To grow wings without ability of flight,
Is the equivalent of a thief’s value of night.
To be inspiration which will never be known?
Is reason for struggle to carry on.
Is it ironic or destined for his truth to be questioned?
When the thief producing the similar, is applauded.
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