When you thought you're just a kid You revel in your youth, When you thought you're all alone You realize that you are one being of billions, When you thought everything is gone You know there is more to be found, When you thought there's no home You feel home in your heart, When you thought this is the end. You find that it is also a beginning.
I'm doomed. *You are not.
I wrote this as a response to Jethro Nhero Cuizon's poem "Frustration"