I lost all my mentors
They spilled out on the floor
And rolled away with memories
Of being a child on the floor
I left all my heros
Stranded in history
Trapped far from my reality
And heard only through the whispered words of ghosts
Pastor. President. Parent. Professor.
Whoever you are
Once again line the pages in books in my knapsack
So that I can wish upon your stars
I toss words like admiration and emulation
At straw people that crumble apart
And goodness and justice still come like doves
They fly through my world
But never land near today’s leaders
So, I kneel down and pray for a king