The day to day operations
strung together with useless ventures
are immaterial to the happiest man alive,
who waits to silence nobody,
but the doubt in his own mind

Pushing the door open, it starts off weighing the world.
Pulled, together, by the powers to be.
Pulled, apart, by the powers, can't see.
The gate holding back the answers
is only accessed from inside

What is not yet known
takes some time... to be revealed...
not doing 'that,' itself, because magic only happens
when the sorcerer becomes
the learned student

Mistakes are miracles in disguise:
seen from the top, as they are,
but reeled from the bottom, as broken dreams