Point me the way
And I shall follow thee
O my promitory
Although my appreciation of thee
Is necessarily 2D
You are forever in my sights
Sometimes I err
And forget your existence
But then you bring me back to my self
Then I pinch thee.
But when you bring good my way
I indulge, but do not call thee hero.
And where my brains cannot justify a path
Then I ascribe to thee all that is irrational and prescient
Thee art the fall guy.
Ever ready to take the blame
Yet so vital.
My first sense
(C) Shafeesthoughts 12 October 2017
Promitory is artistic license.
There is no such word in the English Language, but for me it fits.