Half the light, a shadow’s streak,
What we know, what we seek.
Splintered shards, shining shy,
Truth takes flight, but never flies.
See the story, stop and stare,
But remember—it isn’t all there.
What we know, what we seek.
Splintered shards, shining shy,
Truth takes flight, but never flies.
See the story, stop and stare,
But remember—it isn’t all there.
Then, a stark spark.
A beam, a dream,
Catches a mark.
The known grown shown,
From shadows flown.
Will's thrill spills,
As focus stills.