But where is here?
As silly as this place is, it exists
Tho it might be even sillier to think it does.
Materiality is sheer, it seems held
Together by fear.
If you test it, it resists
But if you walk past the belief coordinates
There is only what you will
Not even a why.
That is for the light to decide
When you remember it is inside you.
You were never quite prepared
For such patience,
Even by step-children and the sun,
To wait for you to take that opening step.
