I was living the script I wrote years ago
So solemnity in darkness and yet so gloomy in the light
An age of lost hope
A blind age
Blind to the future and deaf to reality
Until I got connected
It spread like wild fire through my bones
Every inch of them
With so much audacity than a lion
and louder than a revebrate groaning woman
Pushed me to be fearless and
Pushed me to keep living and hope
A life of anticipating good things to come.
An age I knew would come
The beautiful tomorrow I could see today
The present age.