Cloaked in pure white the person descended
I had been waiting patiently for years.
In their beauteous hands of which I befriended
Was the drink that would remove my fears.
The fear of ignorance, the fear of slavery.
An escape from the grasp of the world.
A means to achieve it requires much bravery.
This sweet drink; rich with wisdom unfurled.
All I ever craved lies within these hands.
How I longed to drink in endless bliss.
No care have I for the beauties in the lands.
Of mirage, deception; items I dismiss.
I dive head first into the drink of pure musk.
Its taste and aroma warm as the sun.
My heart finally matured, like the onset of dusk.
An instrument played solely by One.
