He dreams in riddles.
The stars laugh at his smallness.
But he dreams unaware
of their mockery,
And therefore immune
And somehow more powerful
In that vulnerability
Realized only by the innocent.
For when we realize our power,
Ego steals it,
Makes it a mockery,
And hurls it to the stars.
The stars laugh at his smallness.
But he dreams unaware
of their mockery,
And therefore immune
And somehow more powerful
In that vulnerability
Realized only by the innocent.
For when we realize our power,
Ego steals it,
Makes it a mockery,
And hurls it to the stars.
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