Through all the silly notions and abstract fantasies
still too remote to be counted as reality,
and all the myriad details that define normality
what is this hope that I see?
Is it a light, a beacon, that I cling to,
a dream away, another world,
an existence beyond this one, a vague feeling,
an adventure, that will cause me to neglect my current life?
Is it something between two, something in a nebulous state
like stars still forming from the dust of galaxies,
or foundations being laid, stone by stone,
until an edifice is built,
and in all of this, I wonder what you see,
we being beings of practicality?
Besides hope, we may have a purpose, here and now,
to capture that hope, to cast light upon it,
and transmit its essence for all to see
and hope for themselves...
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