“For I have always
been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming...”
- HP Lovecraft
My sun of hope arises
at most every chance it gets,
peering past the darkness
of all previous regrets.
Its rays extinguish reason
and attempt to banish doubt;
Any kind of misadventure
it carelessly cancels out.
The hues of rampant stupidity
and foolishness light the sky
as I fasten on my fairy wings
and actually believe that I can fly.
On a precipice, silhouetted,
I leap and wave my wand
to fall to the sweet insignificance
of “what if” and beyond.
