How do we begin to light the light?
when storms of life seem to be the perfect logic
birthed in times of reclusiveness
we curved paths far from sanity
glued at screens of delusion, that deem time useless
yet back then, the fire-forged tomorrow's union.
Now we dance at the tapestry of stress
longing, yet unaware
cursing Blue for ushering typhoons
to our inaction to mend bridges
trumped by the past Savannah rhythm
where mental health drowned at the log🪵
cemented by true connections.
Cherry-picked from the crawling of time
standing firm to the principle of moments
grown to strengthen another to the cyclones of the universe
yoked to the action of hope
"one for all, all for us!"
drumming louder and louder
forever indebted to be the perfect sanity pill
to appeal to the mist of life
fire-forging tomorrow's union.
