George, the bag.

I see the way,
You have come fourth.
Beneath the ashes,
I am lying.
Taken under the wind,
Following in the strives,
Be it may
Starving from wonder,
I need the way,
But I do not ponder.

Mamito

Mamito
dearest Mamito,
I see the sun, but it did not come.
For he to tell but isn't awake
lie in the soul, under it's within.
in the shadows beyond it's hoizon.
follow me now,
take me as I am,
for he is the man and I am the wisp.