I wonder what is left in me of love and wonder
Of light and hope

We left behind that as we grow old instead of up.

At least I think that much lately.

I still have dreams do not get me wrong.

The world is a strange place nonetheless

And inspiration comes in the strangest of ways.

Yet there are things to do, out of love or wonder or even revenge.

Create instead even with the very forces of destruction wielded against their nature.