Ideas lie dormant,
A pensive reflection, they are.
Inside the cave of fortune
Broken like glasses,
All illusions seek destruction.
Stepping into the world,
Learning to care and feel
Years and years of effort to live
Seeks one golden idea—the idea to
Not lose the world.
Leaving a trace behind in glories
In scripts and memories
A sweet nectar of love,
Ignites the idea forever.
Photo by Riccardo Annandale