You will always be lonely

For you are exotic

And cunning and kind and free and

You have a hunger, a passion

I can sense it

I can see through your eyes

Your mind is preoccupied

I can hear your hands

Yearning to record every word not yet spoken

Mix all the paint that you want

But the color that you were drawn with

Is very rare on this planet

Mio tesoro, some people will try to cut you down

Few will really love you

Hold on to them

It's those ones who accept you

They're the only things worth more than the alphabet and the poetry it can form

How far though

Will you go

Just to be understood?

Will you be able to be satisfied or will you make like I did

And leave everyone important, everything that truly mattered

All behind