I woke under a scorching sun and surround by dunes of sand.
Finding myself weak barely able to walk I look around and to my astonishment,
A figure crowned with laurels carrying a basket of bread and a vase of wine
I miserly walk towards this salvation calling for help and support
It doesn’t listen it simply walks ahead dropping morsel of bread and spilling drops of wine
I ate of bread and sipped of the puddle wine and grew strong from it
I continue and to follow the object of my dedications and curiosity feasting on the small banquet it leaves.
From these feast I grew mighty and quick but i couldn’t catch up with the figure I alway lagged behind never able feed my curiosity of this mysterious thing crowned with laurels.