Oh the world will be so much more than it was
And the life you'll lead will see much more than it does,
For the power behind your fatigue-addled mind
May not rest its head as resigned.
Your brilliance has always been measured in eyes
That are far too rarely your own.
May you find the street that you know you must cross,
And the journey from what you have sown.
And so clear it will be, on your pillow at night
That you've come to where you had dreamt.
And through tears defiling the doubts you had kept
You may assuage what was once yourself.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 9:17 PM UTC
Oh the world will be so much more than it was
And the life you'll lead will see much more than it does,
For the power behind your fatigue-addled mind
May not rest its head as resigned.
Your brilliance has always been measured in eyes
That are far too rarely your own.
May you find the street that you know you must cross,
And the journey from what you have sown.
And so clear it will be, on your pillow at night
That you've come to where you had dreamt.
And through tears defiling the doubts you had kept
You may assuage what was once yourself.