Hardly, any come close to
your light, despite how much
they try.
Attaining your blessing is
surprisingly simple, yet so
misunderstood.
Proudly, many show their
achievements and try to
seduce her hand.
Pill after pill,
some unfortunate souls take,
hoping to run into you.
Impossible! Scream
the masses, the masses that have
given up on you.
Never, they believe that
your hand will caress their
disappointed souls
Everyone is trying to find
you, most fail and the rumor
in the streets is that you don't exist.
Some know the truth, hell
they all do. You are right
there, you always were.
Some know, but few understand
that you were always right in front of them
and inside them. All along.
