Ryan
As I wake up from the dream
I can see the meadow of heavens
I see my followers as like lollards
The testaments where the holy place I foresee
I can see my friends studying in my lap
I am wondered to see them awake and alive
I see my soul residing between my friends
I render my gratitude for their future
Like an ode to Grecian Urn by Keats
This is my ode to my Grandpa who acknowledge my memories
I wish to be the centre of the Phoenix literature
That radiates its flame through the brains
and I emphasized the flares of their art