Flickering firmament of wisdom,

hovering in the chest of your kingdom,

do you see my sorrow; feel of hollow?

The standing moon over my window,

staring me far away,

anything you ought to say?

Can you answer my question?

Shower me with your aromatic affection?

What should I do?

I should ask who?

Can I get a clue?

As you navigate me to a decision so new?

Helplessly, my soul wilters before you.

I meekly wish, you open up, let your wisdom rain unto me

and quench my desperate need of insight.