Tale Of Wisdom's Neglect

You didn't want it

Said you didn't need it

Perhaps you already had it

Until the very day it escaped you

Left you

You called only voice heard was yours

Sent a digital scream...

It's still screaming as the reception is void

So many moon's have cascaded 

Over troubled waters 

To find hidden in the brush

Many contemplating a demise 

Greater than wishful success

Extended stabs with every notion

Driven beyond hesitation 

Caressed into a serene subconscious 

Guidance on roads less dangerous 

Instead like a package beyond its usefulness 

Disregarded and tossed away

The tale of wisdoms neglect