14; is it a lot or is it a little; is it enough to make one strong, or are they still brittle
i’m in that cocoon, i havent seen the moon;
just the sun, intensely bright, terminating the light
but once i emerge; there’s a sudden surge; of coldness, of harshness, of truth
truth, which replaces hope, which replaces dreams;
all those dreams, gone it seems;
but one left, i find; one to complete the body, soul, and mind
this dream is the dream of the ages;
to overcome the ages
by not doing it alone;
the brilliance of that is more than the sun has ever shone.