I struggle them shut, to shut out myself.
I open them in hope to release what I have so long held on to.
And ill pull myself through this one more night.
To look into the ball, that shines and that glistens.
With hope that my young eyes have not opened to a yesterday.
But with a hopeful tomorrow that nothing is too less.
And nothing that I ever pondered on its nothingness, is ever enough.
I hope that they hear me when I beg them to see.
I hope that I reach them when i change what I do.
And that its enough to change what they see.
When theyre staring at the end, into what is named the beginning.
When they drop what they know, for what they had hoped.
To find what we have left behind.
I hope that is what I will help you to leave behind.
Nothing is too little, and something is enough.
Create nothing, with something in mind.
¨Youll reach what we asked for, and define the new lines.
