• What I see : a view from a cave
• What I feel : a new dawn
A boy rising with the sun
A boy out of coven,
A husk of ideologies,
Ideologies on a shore;
The shores of reality.
The dawn kisses the womb of heaven,
Clouds, a puff of a new era.
Scintillating lights,
The voice of change,
And the boy is in a new light.
The boy is young,
But obsolete in conception,
Before him,
A wall of misconception,
A fog over his eyes.
Now, standing on the bank,
And the waters wash over his feet,
He sees the mud,
His path had been nothing more,
Than miry clay.
It was a mystery,
But the sun's rising,
Comes with a glimpse of hope,
The boy in a cove,
Now rising with a new wave.
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