Plans, Journeys.

These days there seems to be betrayal floating around in our block.
But what do we all conceive as 'justice' ?
You smiled but you hid your past.
As part of your plan.

As part of my plan I can prove there are better ideas on this side,
but you're not stepping out of your game.

/

They carrying a sign that spelled WISDOM was not a true portrayal of wisdom itself.
I did notice, and as I started unraveling their layers I found that WISDOM was BETRAYAL instead.
Do you smell it, Oswald?
The smell is thick and full of hunger.

Do understand that WISDOM is not given to the right people.
But they smile to you, carrying the word of this fake wisdom, and I always knew their past.

To you I say:

I refuse to let you calculate your future.
And I refuse to let the omens find their way to your door.

You are knocking on wood, not so worried.
As if layed in comfy clay.

I will fight for my place.
I will fight for your place, I cannot find me without you.
(The honey is at the tip of your star.)

And I will render the wood for you to knock in.
If it's needed, wanted.