Under the microscope,
the microcosm of hope being telescoped
into your eyes.
Who out there denies that they have never been intrigued,have never walked the seven leagues to find inside themselves the mind that is their own,
Is it me,
am I all alone in this,do the stars not shine outside these bars of mine?
Underneath the microscope the seeds of hope shall grow,shall know me yet,before you forget me.