The Matador's Quest for a Prophet
Amidst the cacophony of life’s relentless race, I seek a prophet, a guide, to a higher place. A voice in the wilderness, calling clear and true, To elevate my spirit, and my purpose renew. Where is the one who walks the path unseen, Whose words cut through the facade, the routine? I long for wisdom that transcends time and lore, A beacon to light the way to something more. This world, a labyrinth of shadows and light, Demands a navigator, versed in the fight. A prophet, not of old, but of the now, Who sees beyond the what, the when, the how. In the silence of the night, I send my plea, For a guide to unlock my soul’s decree. To show me beauty in the simple, the small, To teach that in giving, we receive all. To elevate spirit, to set it free, Is the prophet’s call, a divine decree. In words, in actions, in the silent gaze, A guide to lead me through life’s maze. So I wander, a seeker on this earth, Believing in the promise of rebirth. For a prophet, a guide, to light the way, To ...